Everything was as it should be.
No trash in the stream, at least that we could see.
No haze on the horizon.
It was stored in our lungs from the time we were young
-and as we spoke it arose from our tongues.
We've cured it all, no physical pain
We stand here, now with nothing to gain.
Children born, never to die
In their bed's they lie for their eternal lives.
You stand alone, the epitome of perfection.
The crown jewel of humanity's collection.
But in my dream-
...we had never met.