We write fate
Within the icy fire of countless stars
Each golden thread
Forged within the flames of a thousand ancient suns

We breathe your destiny in icy puffs
As worlds burn
And change
And come alive again

And yet
Although we present opportunities
To the desperate
And unwilling alike
We cannot show
That which will not be seen

Our hands are tied
By the dares of dreamers
Caught in the eyes
Of every visionary
Bold enough to speak
Or write
Or draw ideas
Both forgotten and newly born

And so
Even with power beyond
Every human comprehension
We are brought to our
Mortally
Common
Knees