[Words: John Brenner]



A noble pursuit is the search for truth,

But it brings little earthly gain

And the hatred of those who don't dare to be different,

Can freeze the heart with bitter pain



A vile pursuit is the search for wealth,

A status to debase your peers

Green flames burn hot to warm egos,

A rot that grows with the years



A lonely pursuit is the search for love,

Sincerity now so hard to find

But to reap this reward should be our goal,

Forever 'till the ends of time



Some do believe greater wealth is in deeds,

That further the mind, heart, and soul

Yet most can't conceive the true value of self,

Just a minuscule part of the whole



To not blend in with the backdrop of sin,

Brings on the hate of the masses so cruel

Their mediocrity serves to forge the chains,

That bind us drowning in this stagnant pool



Though all of perdition hate the poet,

And the majority omits the poor

Neither can deny our salvation,

Nor close the perennial door



Society's outcasts are those with the truth

Individuals in a world of 'the norm'

Shamed into thinking we have no worth

And useless since the day we were born

They tell me I've accomplished naught

And sometimes I believe it's true

Yet all of my endeavors are justly spent,

If with these words I reach you