High in my ivory tower,
I stand and gaze out across the battlements,
Looking out at the clouds around us.
As I help to build upon the walls of reason,
I cannot help but wonder
What it would be like
To play amongst the clouds.
Thinking without my mind
Seeing what it's like
I'm fascinated by those clouds.
They defy reason
Defy my every instinct
And yet I wish to understand them.
How they came to be
Why they still exist
What purpose they serve
What if I could catch the clouds?
Learn about them
Talk to them
Share with them.
Shouldn't a tower of ivory and clouds be beautiful?
Wouldn't a tower of thoughts and dreams be inspiring?
Couldn't a tower of such a union reach to the stars themselves?
Wouldn't our tower shine?