INSIDE SKY

Is there a reason we can think of why

Man should not one day penetrate the inside sky?

Is he a mere earth mortal on the ground

Whose destiny is merely to turn ’round

With every slow rotation of the earth?

Or is there something in him? some new birth

That will someday deliver him on high

To greet a destiny beyond the sky? the inside sky

It must be something which can conquer time.

Poets, moved to build the lofty rhyme,

Affirm a reason for man’s life below.

It could not be for naught! It can’t be so!

We know imagination of itself

Could not be wrought of nothing but the self

That constitutes mere consciousness, to know,

But not to wonder why, nor seek to grow.

Materiality could not beget

A lofty soul, a noble mind, and yet

There are those here around us who believe

That man has from his death no kind reprieve—

No destiny beyond the darkened grave—

No element of lasting worth. They rave

That life is but an idiot’s mad tale

Affording naught, no matter how he rail.

But this cannot be man’s true destiny.

There is within him something we can see

To be of value that will pierce the sky

Whatever he conclude when he asks, “Why?”

words by David Glass and Mark Austin
music by Mark Austin
copyright 2009 • all rights reserved
produced, engineered, instruments & vocals by Mark Austin