At Last

And at last our early awakening can stop
Eight hours can turn into whole days
Should we wish for it to be so, yet so unlikely
I've grown tired of being tired

For this is the story of the parable
The beginning and end of an age that never mattered
Ten months we stopped inside and scribbled our hands away
Away, away, the educational wind blew us all away

Reach out and touch the sky, because it's the only limit we have
But break through the blue wall of fluff and reflection
And we can see that something is moving
That dreams that are true shall stay true till forever disappears

But we can look at work in the face, stare it down and reap it's fear
Since the end of the unintelligent age has gone and we enter new doors
Doors that take us to a new attempts at breaking hearts and so
I laugh, because these words are not nor good enough