_a soundtrack for celluloid

layed out on a path.
the synchronized capsules of the future...
moving in motion and in time with each-other

i am apart of this dance
thanks to mr. wagner, in my capsule, i dance a slightly different tune
while i move, and i move on by
as we all move on to die

oh, there are things that i pass
not going so fast
i see them differently than before

its funny how i move so slow
and nothing seems to stop their go

and while they honk and scream,
there's something real about this dream
and while they scream and scream,
there's something frightening about this dream

we're synchronizing in our path on home
but some begin to roam
and water in our near-sight,
and some take exits offered gently

we're synchronizing in our path on home,
but many now are roaming
and mr. wagner's first act plays the tune of their doom

i'm glad he ends with hope
it reminds me that there's still hope

(( -pondering the souls of those other than human ))

why is it that we break up into threes?
the blue up there
the land right here
and the seas

all those swimmers ain't got no soul
and all those fliers will be no more
but the middle ground of land and trees is carried on by birds and bees

A soul inside our flesh is barely noticed of worth by a swimming masterpiece or a winged template for flying