[Words: John Brenner]



Why does no one question

The aspects of our reality

Yet place such a heavy value

On knowledge they do not have



Tear down the facade of infallibility

Sentient, indeed, but imperfect man

Can only create imperfect works

Thus even a book can be wrong



I have little faith in the religion of man

Repetition and rote, does not salvation create

Bright and clear I must open my mind

To unlock the manacles of tradition



Why do they fall into roles

Society insists they must enact from birth

Deviation is termed as abnormal

By those who are afraid to live



I have little faith in the ways of man

As faulty creatures we are at best

What is the difference between them and me?

My views and dreams, at least I can feel