2112: V. Oracle: The Dream

...I guess it was a dream, but even now it all seems so vivid to me. Clearly yet I see|the beckoning hand of the oracle as he stood at the summit of the staircase...'||'...I see still the incredible beauty of the sculptured cities and the pure spirit of man|revealed in the lives and works of this world. I was overwhelmed by both wonder and|understanding as I saw a completely different way to life, a way that had been crushed|by the Federation long ago. I saw now how meaningless life had become with the loss of|all these things...'||I wandered home through the silent streets|And fell into a fitful sleep|Escape to realms beyond the night|Dream can't you show me the light?||I stand atop a spiral stair|An oracle confronts me there|He leads me on light years away|Through astral nights, galactic days|I see the works of gifted hands|That grace this strange and wondrous land|I see the hand of man arise|With hungry mind and open eyes||They left the planet long ago|The elder race still learn and grow|Their power grows with purpose strong|To claim the home where they belong|Home to tear the Temples down...|Home to change!|