How is it, we are here

D 31

How is it we are here, on this path we walk,
In this world of pointless fear, filled with empty talk,
Descending from the apes as scientist-priests all think,
Will they save us in the end, we’re trembling on the brink.

Men’s mighty mine-machines digging in the ground,
Stealing rare minerals where they can be found.
Concrete caves with iron doors, bury it again,
While a starving frightened world fills the sea with grain.

Her love is like a fire burning inside,
Her love is so much higher it can’t be denied,
She sends us her glory, it’s always been there,
Her love’s all around us, it’s there for you and me to share.

Men’s mighty mine-machines digging in the ground,
Stealing rare minerals where they can be found.
Concrete caves with iron doors, bury it again,
While a starving frightened world fills the sea with grain.

*Moody Blues*
How Is It (We Are Here)

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Z 48 1

The mother has al attention on the choice of scents.
While her son keep an eye on the mysterious photographer.

Three different approaches to restlessness.
The mother because of all the possibilities.
Her son because of unrest over an unknown with a camera.
The photographer because of general waiting time for the flight.