Whatever you want to call it....

We called out for force on the astral night, hoping it would seize the silence of fire for just a shed of moment. Your dawn has colored me once; maybe you're to be painted with desire, but if we hold poise, this night will go on, without the light we share for ourselves. To arise the life we lived, it's passed to those absorbed easily; after all it's youth that holds a nation together. If we lived for centuries, we'd have walking prophets amongst us, one's creating greater technologies than the present. Not man made, but in structures we couldn't fathom. So now all these tasks are performed with just a touch of a key, convenient maybe, but we're made for chiseling rocks.