On Being Principally Utopian - Joy Electric

For now we drink

From cups of crude offerings

Drawn from the wells

Of those with real sufferings

For now we hold to thoughts

Of great pleasure

Stripped of all worth

All dignity

Who remembers not being Utopian?

On being Utopian

Watch as the children

March in vast numbers

You had the last chance

But chose all the others

From the allure

Of all of your treasures

You’re not inclined to think

So you don’t remember

Not being Utopian

On being Utopian