Three Visionaries
Filled with thoughts and ideals
Struggled through a callous world
To feel what they could feel

Three Quixotic Youths
Their hearts, all sore with scars
Disregarding their realities
And jumping at the stars

Three Prophetic Shamans
Filled with fiery resolve
Waiting for the blind to see
The World to evolve

Earth spins on its axis
In a fairly simple spree
But none can see this motion
None…except the Three

The builders build their metal mounds
The politicians think and scheme
The masses bustle and are lost
While these Three Live and Dream

And apart they may wander
To strange lands far away
But discovery beneath the sun
May lead them back another day