Real ideals and realistic ideas

Carefree, a child plays
The fickle butterflies flew
Finding happiness.

Those joys we have lost
Now we praise felicity
On misery's lap.

It's silver lining
We trust joy's old as the sun
The moon as sorrow.

Today the dreams block
the road to Utopia
Action! They hollered!

And so the machine
And the lab, they are proving
doubting, and guessing.

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