The Caveman

We ain't no homo sapiens nor the neanderthals
The rocks ain't our tools that shape our world
Adventure is lips that utter, what mountains we should go
We got sticks, a compass which way to go
Echoes from caves confusing, and ambivalent of letting go

This ain't the era of great divide
between rocks and metals.
The fire that catalyze the leaping into modernization
From which our ancestors depended from beasts
struggling from sweat divine, artistry confined

by hook we learn to fish, provided, nourished
Fertile brook, preserved our race
Wave we go, danced a grace
Down you kneel to sing such praise
Ritual that never cease

Paradise ain't from nowhere
we are cave man, the discoverer
Such sensitive stalagmites and stalactites
rejuvenate the countess of time

On the cave, we ain't saints
but saints from which descends
The pressure of stream, culminate the time
From the era of sapiens and neanderthal
The cave have nurtured, and our race was born into time immemorial