Milk And Honey - Eliza Gilkyson

O what fools these mortals be,

so tragic and so funny

Ships of bones that sail the sea,

for lands of milk and honey

The promise of perfection sighs

into each mortal ear

Never to be realized,

that’s how it is 'round here.

Bound to some relentless gyre,

dispassionate and true

Paying the price for ice and fire,

that’s what God’s children do.

Sacrifice love’s mystery

for fantasy and pleasure

Doomed to repeat history,

forever and ever.

Wayward world I weep for thee,

spinning 'round the sun

Wellspring of diversity

your roads all lead to one road

What man has loosed upon the sea,

cannot be undone

O what fools we mortals be,

each and every one

Each and every one.