What is this place in which we exist?
this worldly plane, or realm, we call reality
who’s to say what we are experiencing is reality at all?
there is something unspoken, unquestioned
some subtle unconscious fear lingering over us
it seems as if it’s always been there…
ever since the beginning of time
that’s to say, the beginning of man
we have tried to reason with logic and science
we attempt to explain the world of the unknown
but where our rationale ends, our imagination begins
too many of us blindly accept what we are told
despite the fact it contradicts our very nature.
if we are destined to be hopelessly inquisitive,
why then must we be spoon-fed?
we continually allow ourselves to be deceived
when the answers fail to be certain
I have no reason to doubt
I believe the truth is to be discovered
sooner, rather than later