our lives

the drives power one
and pleasant things are remembered;
an identity is evolved in pleasures
and pain makes its mark;
and the yearnings create the idea of permanence
and a long tradition of tribe and nation
engenders all our illusions:
so we sing, dearest love,
of purity and the stars;
and so we sing, dearest love,
of ideals and creed;
and so we sing, dearest love,
of grandeur and passion
and so our lives are played
amongst clouds and visions