We’re rewriting the story
That’s gone on long before us
Filling new chalk lines in the cycles of old
Of the stones, new praises are sung, for their bearings are strong
Holding up all the ghosts of the ones who had fallen before
Haggard pictures, worn down by the trials of history
Gain new etched-in lines of a new youthful story
We used to think that life was etched in stone for us to see
But as we invented paper we got ourselves ink
To draw our new bodies, new minds, fresh stories
No more are we pressed into place by our limits
As we envision new boundaries, then put them to print
No longer do stone walls we build fall to gravity
So long as our ink spirits survive in written histories
Each link in a paper chain can be broken
Only to be reforged into something more resistant.
The old saying goes “be like trees, not like stones”
Rebounding at every device that befalls us
Rather than not fall at all, entombed by the rocks
We show gravity here that it’s not stronger than us.
Call it hubris, but as we are the bricklayers now I say it suits us.