Our grown beliefs
won't make things clear;
they're not alive
they're not be feared;
for why there is
to be this sphere;
of knowledge clouds
around us here;
when lives are bound
to end so near;
what hope it is
that's truly there;
what light of truth
do manuals bear;
can not our minds
see through the mere;
can't it define
the world that fair;
can it not live
by earth's own air;
for long we did
but none have cared;
or we just do
but none have dared;
to question forth
maybe we did;
maybe our time
have often lead;
our minds to fly
like words they said;
but still are lost
as if we're dead.
