Let's detach ourselves from reality for a while,
Think of another place not of here.
Let's say it is no more than a mile,
Of people and dirt; nothing to fear.

This place, what shall we call it?
Something relevant, with meaning!
The Nothing that's Nowhere,
with people, alive and breathing.

Let's say these people lived as one.
Let's say life was perfect for all that were there.
The twist to this story is kind of fun.
As they could not move; not even a hair.

The foundation of the rule of immobility,
came from a long line of superstitious ancestry,

And while they knew not of the consequences of nomadic life,
The people still feared that moving caused strife...

"When life gives you lemons, you make lemonade."
But these people took lemons, and lemons they stayed.

These children and men, all alike in this way,
stayed silent and thoughtful through the night and day.

You know what happens to those who stay thinking!
Questions arose behind young eyes unblinking.
A boy in the crowd, small and unwise,
Formed an ideology; a silly surmise.

He believed that by moving--and bear with me as I explain--
The boy thought that moving would offer wisdom to gain!
And thinking not of the looks that the boy would recieve,
He morphed from a statue to a tranquil breeze.
And he moved just as lightly as the windless air,
As he broke the norm's cycle that was established there.

The folks that encompassed the moving child,
Knew not of what to do,
They stood and watched the movements so mild,
And were tempted to accrue.

So, soon the people danced around.
In a plain of not even noises.
And as they rolled upon the ground.
The people found their voices.

And there it is, the story has to end here,
In this town of no more than a mile.
Of people, dirt, and nothing to fear,
and a newfound joy, for a while.

This place, what shall we call it?
Something relevant, with meaning!
The Something that's Somewhere,
with people, alive and singing.

Now back to reality, where our lives await.
I now have a question that I must debate.
Think of your life so routine, so cliché.
And compare it to the story I have told you today.

Your mind, so simple and centered around your own life.
The norm, so dull and so packed with the strife!
The surroundings become so tedious and strained.
Why, to this life, must you be chained?

Chained. Every day is the same thing; the same talk.
So, will you be the person who first starts to walk?