And how far we have to go
To wit was added imagination
But the soul still struggles
Some say this struggling is the problem
And yet it seems inevitable even chosen
Technology threatens to replace us
But we keep pounding on the earth
And those who warn us are dismissed
As traitors or as fools
But the spirit still rules
The way an old woman
Is pulled from the rubble
Staggering into the arms
Of some morning stranger
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