We were once dreamers
We were once alive
We once had passion and reason
We once knew the answer
Now we are dumbfounded by its simplicity
Of which we analyse to an extreme extent
Of which we destroy the mystery
And in fact I think we are too scared
I think we are completely petrified
To hold the thought in our minds
And know we are right
For those intelligent enough to understand
It is ignored and held to a silence
In their chemical minds
For we were once dreamers
And once had no intent
We once had no intent to question
But to always know
That we were right.
Before mystery turned into a question
Of ‘intelligence’,
We were once dreamers.