A single lonely raindropp makes a churning ocean
The fire of a thunderstorm begins with a tiny motion
So it is in today’s world of twenty four/seven
We ambitiously want to make an earthly heaven
We want the big, beautiful and the best
Are willing to do it without a moment’s rest
We diligently slog eight full hours a day
For another eight we try to restfully lay
Human straphangers in buses and trains
Dash around cars and commuter planes
So that we may make our needed daily money
Along the way, meet dreams filled with honey
We cook, clean, shop, do all tasks benign
Dutifully nourish our body three times
As we live mundanely day in and day out
Dealing with divorce, death and sickness bout
Awakened with an occasional thunderbolt
Magically to its life giving power are sold
In our hearts we keep a little window open
Carry our dreams with a youthful spin
With steely determination we finally get there
Beneath the mundane, unearth the glorious fair
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'With steely determination we finally get there Beneath the mundane, unearth the glorious fair.' I love it. Thanks for creating it! !