There was a destiny
There was a purpose
And a drive
There once were heroes
And heroines
Life took on meaning
In adolescence
We learned
That destiny was real
That we could mold it
Where did it go
When did it leave us
Today there is only hatred
And division
Purposes that mean nothing
In the real light of day
Manipulation and control
Became the new purpose
But many do not see it
Intellect and ingenuity
Are commodities
For the wealthy and cunning
I am waiting for the scream
Collective and primal
To utter from the collective unconscious
The Journey of a thousand miles 