Story

We gather ‘round to hear the story told
No difference good or bad
We scrape the barrel to buy what is sold
The truth, or just another diversion
Came all this way to see the signs ourselves
See the Promised Land emerging
The stories filling every crack with gold, or milk, or wine
For complete immersion
We gather ‘round to see the shadow play
No difference good or bad
They cut the story to a résumé
To sooth and comfort, in the guise of information
This is the story of the great unknown
Passing by familiar stations
An adaptation of the odyssey
To meet our cravings and our expectations