I looked into the future
And all I really saw
Was a ball of clay
Malleable and raw

So I looked into the past
In the vastness of what was
And all of it was hardened casts
Of these things the world still does

And it seems to me that we are shaped
From out the clays of these two lands:
A hardened base of revolving truth
To hold the softer clay of youth
Spinning in our hands