Of ancient intelligence
Expressed through atoms
And molecules
Biology and behaviour
Chance and mutation
Viability, adaptation
Until I look back
A hundred million years
At selections long enduring
Chance and mutation
Viability, adaptation
Until I look back
A hundred million years
At selections long enduring
We roll on through
With singing tires
On bitumen
Both dreaming of
This singing land
Now I walk with a gentle deference
Listen, when I might have spoken
Forgive, when I might have challenged
Let go, when I might have held on
After a while
All anyone sees of me
Is the walls
After a while
All that is left of me
Is the walls
I only have a glimpse
Of the way ahead
Through difficult terrain
Many sections of the path
Remain obscured
And the final destination
Still lies beyond
The visible horizon
I am reminded
Earth is a very small place
And I
I am a very small man
Not the horizon
Where there is only
More water
And more land