Believing that separation from the origin is the best path to take
That somehow, the open road, the changing places will all benefit
Our collective experience, our hope to growth everlasting
Then why, as these indirect requests vacate the stability;
Are we the dissipating ghosts of our trail in the atmosphere?
Should we not rather stand as wholehearted equivalents of our pride?
Touching base with the virtues our fathers fought to strive
Obeying every chance to take part in the opportunity of a lifetime
Yet now-- we stutter in the grocery line
We bake goods half-worthy of their recipients
And the love we demand
We less than worship its share