Buzzing

What dream may come
  When the mind is clear
If the heart is free
  From life's despair?
Will we conquer worlds
  Or will we conquer man?
Can we earn the earth? 
  Will we own the land?
All the little things
  That haunt our life.
Micromanagement
  Of a buzzing fly.
Will those things fall in
  To their rightful place
And give us love
  Or abiding grace?
We try and try
  With same result
Focusing outside
  Won't change our faults.
The land will come,
  All the wealth of earth
Beyond our hopes
  What we think we're worth.
A new dream begins
  When we open our eyes.
If we boldly look up
  And dare the skies
The things of earth
  The traps we claim
Can fall like leaves
  Will end our pain.
So see the new dream
  Hold it tight as you pass.
Cleaning the mists of days
  And boldly ask
What dream may come
  When the mind is clear?
If the heart is free
  From life's despair?