In the present moment the future is taking shape
It passes like a thief making his escape
While we hold on to our memories and stroke our desires
Trying to figure out what being a god requires
We place our bets wondering if we’re wagering enough
Pretending each hand is not another bluff
We’re convinced we know we’ve got what it takes
Not realizing we’re repeating the same old mistakes
But if history really does repeat itself
Can there ever be a new story to tell
Can we choose to be the pearl and also the shell
When everyone is under Ambition’s spell
We think we have time so we’re willing to believe
We know what’s real and it’s okay to deceive
And thus convince ourselves we are in control
Instead of being prisoners hoping for parole
But we have no idea what we don’t know
The important choice was made so long ago
The currents set in motion with a simple decision
We turned our back on oneness and chose division
So, if history really does repeat itself
Can there ever be a new story to tell
Can we choose to be the pearl and also the shell
When humanity is under Ambition’s spell
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