Scattered within translucent thought.
Order amongst the chaos of the psyche.
A tribute to their world of regression.
I pour forth my scorn,
To the dominion of slaves.
Their fear of the unknown,
Is greater than the price of ignorance.
The changing face of humanity.
different face for each occasion.
Remove the mask and see the vacant stare.
The mask is all they know....
The irony of it all.
Everything is true,
In the dimension of dreams.
Their dirge wrought through the chains
The common-trod path leads to oblivion (trampled by fools),
The path that is built remains strong.
valour of perception,
Is bestowed upon few.