We do pronounce our selves in an elitist light,
Always to suggest ours is the more important route,
Forever drawn by goals to merit personal might
We seem destined to burn, a wrath soon flames out.
When lives become the natural course of a purpose,
Seems suddenly we chart a distance toward a freeing
Way of life, that sort that blends in melody – sweet verse.
We touch the sky with certain aptitude while believing.
Always a current turmoil seems certainly human design
When to measure reasoning, we cannot forget the blind
Ideal that gives primary focal point its inherent sign,
Suggests our lives are only a temporary quest we remind.
Oh to undermine the truer sense of what concludes a life
Is to know no end to the current belief in a selfish strife.