Why strive for more than average?
What’s wrong with the simple life?
Ignorance is bliss
Meager or eager?
What makes us reach for the stars?

Is it life’s greed for life
That we think we must strive?
Believe we can change, grow, rise above
With the strength of our will
Live one more day
In hope of a miracle

Why do the hearts of men
Relish beauty, fantasy,
And stories of the gods?
Do we miss being among them?
Or are they bedtime stories that keep us alive?