Prometheus - Means End

All my ambition draws its strength

From the shadow of a dream

Perched up past the clouds

In an august solitude

We are the movers of the earth

Life is handed to us, but survival is not

We take the first steps armed with nothing

But our minds and senses

Not stopping to ask

Who’ll let us shape this world

But who’s going to stop us?

Championing humanity, carrying the flame

Ne’er living out this life for anyone else

Just like you would never ask someone

To live their life for you

The man who speaks of sacrifice is speaking of slaves and masters

And intends to be the master

We will not subordinate ourselves

To the will of the collective

I do not recognize anybody’s right to one minute of my life, nor to any part of

my energy

Nor to any achievement of mine

And especially not the conduit that houses the essence of my humanity: my mind

What I have to offer

Is the product of ambition, love, fire

Far greater than that of a tepid soul

What can you offer me?