Utopia - S.P.O.C.K

There was a time

when the seas were yet to be crossed

and mountainsides

yet to be touched by man

and words still written

by a human hand

The simplicity of eternity

filled our souls

Visions of a world

enchanting my emotional tensions

Guidance to embrace

providing my terminal conscience

Utopia — a home

An imaginary state

caught on a Super-8

But colors once so bright

darkens over the years

We’re the sons and the daughters

of pioneers

The simplicity of eternity

made our souls

Visions of a world

enchanting my emotional tensions

Guidance to embrace

providing my terminal conscience

Utopia — a home