So much to do
And no time to waste
But everything I do
Is done with such haste
Yet there is no time to stand around pondering
The time for action is during this age
No more time left for wandering
We've been made specifically to grace this stage
Wide awake with so much questions
Who, what, when, where, why?
I should know these life-learned lessons
I shouldn't just expect them to fall from the sky
How can we know what we know is a lie?
Masked by an aesthetic face
How do we know the horrors lurking inside?
Sent from the darkest regions of space
These poems are my magickal rite
This keypad, my runic code
Through the power of the internet I've mastered flight
This blog is my gnostic home
I cannot see clearly what is near
But I am ready to put up a fight
I have nothing left to fear
I have the knowledge in my heart of what is right
Truth brings me here
And yet I stay
Like a wandering fool, I've strayed too near
But then again, I feel better off this way
My fire inside is burning bright
No one can put it out
I can see clearer than ever by its light
This is the age of hope, not of doubt
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