Cables tie us Hold us tight To one spot Even invisible ones Chains Keeping us busy Keeping us attentive Keeping us productive and consuming So when they are cut We are lost Unable to produce As we once did
Our voices are simply the shadows Cast by our dreams and our thought If the shadows become ineffectual Then our voices will end up as naught Yet shadows can give us the outline Of what is looming above If we take note of the darkness We can give those dreams a shove One thing we must yet remember To give those shadows a shape Sunlight is needed behind it From brightness, the dreams will escape
Shake! Awake! Shake! Awake! The sun. Is up! Rise up! Rise up! Open eyes! Beneath Blue skies. Cast off Sleep’s reins. See! The plains. No sleep! Breath deep! Sun warms. No storms. Stretch arms. Take arms. Run! In the sun! Take bow! Go! Take spear! Disappear! When Wind blows. Lift nose. And scent why they sent for you. They come! They run! See! The birds. Speak. No words. Watch them lead. They will feed. Feel the land. Trust your hand. See grass sway. They come this way. Feel the ground. Hear the sound. Thunderous sound. All around. A mound of meat. Trust your feet. Spear and bow. Blood will flow. With one voice. We rejoice! And the buffalo pass, to greener grass.