We are the driven
and not the driver,
We are the web
and not the spider.
We are the huddle of blind
and not gifted with sight,
We are the what we find
and not the hand of might.
We are the short of words
and not the restless speaks,
We are a fall short of birds
and not the master of peaks.
We are the servant of goads
and not the maker of dreams,
We are the pushed along roads
and not the destroyer of streams.
We are the shadow of horse
and not the top of the tree,
We are all day play of course
and not the untimely free.
We are the background of curd
and not the highlight of bill,
We are the majestic to purred
and never subordinate to chill.
