The future stretches out in a blank canvas of infinity,

All that’s left for us to do is lift our brush and paint,

Some trust their instincts, others trust divinity,

Some splash their colours while others hesitate,

But all must paint their picture regardless of their style,

All must contribute until our labours cease,

This mingled, mangled mural is ours to compile,

And its wilful wild complexity is our greatest masterpiece.