A lighthouse stands to guide these lands
It overlooks the gulf, the sea
Built to be a beacon, yes
Yet casts no light for you nor me
Dynasties: they are not made
They’re earned through blood, through patience, grit
And though our lighthouse claims to guide
It stands complacent; never lit
Life is not a thing you read
It is not taught, nor ‘tis decreed
Life, well, it is what you make
It’s what you boil, burn, or bake
Systems, aye, they rise and fall
There’s naught a rule that governs all
Know this, and you rule your fate
You don’t react, you just…create
How the World Should Work 