The most delicate master
The drive, the core of our source of function
Too strong the belief of supremacy
And we'll drown
in the lack of the increasing gain
Driven since the first step
And here we are trying to find our way in
Time bordering all
advantages
Fear of infinity self-conceit
The ability to process, the ability to err
Truth neglected in irrational
frustration
Determination serving temptation
Desire within unsound
Euphoric ambition possessed
To shorten our path, to
lengthen our time
The most delicate master
The drive, the core of our source of function
Raionality paralyzed at the altar of
will
Too tired of struggling, too strong to give in
Driven since the first step
A conscious failure of feigned
ignorance
Internal filt appearing so reasonable
A stubborn wound none willing to heal
All equal in the field of
diffidence
Swaying about on a weaker scent
Distance blurring destination
Desire within unsound
Euphoric ambition
possessed
Idle discontent devotion