The Cream Always Rises

In the thought of a dream, a reach from behind In how things seem and the reasons that I find The warehouses of the mind and what we deem Mixed among the daily grind so rises the cream As we float to the top each reality already known Not being a time to stop in knowing we've grown To the top we rise as no one else will even strive In turn they despise the whole time they're alive Such a sad sight to see in such a stark separation For they choose this to be as their part in creation In having lost their worth and so being cast aside Problem with earth is it fills you so with such pride The cream will soon be taken as the rest is tossed Like all those who have forsaken and are truly lost The processes is nearly done the machines shut down Done comes the Son, this cream is headed out of town