Listen not to the heathens for their tongue is forked
Give them your ears and your mind they will have worked.
Their futile pursuit of the invisible
Must fall to the hand of what's reasonable.

Since what you see is what you get
And what you get is what you see
Join in their glee and earn naught but what's free.

In the name of progress, ideas must be concrete.
Something to grasp to ascend the peak.
Can't you see they will

Devour your mortal soul, your morals, whole.
You ask for proof, instead I'll feed you my truth
To which you must comply, cannot deny.

Brother must you be limited, by what you see?
Or will you let yourself go and see what you'll be?
Is the reason you seek a type that leads to arrogance?
Or of the kind that invokes a sense of ignorance?

Can you expect man to know all?
A motion to such sets up a fall.

To be physical is to have limits, which you must amend.
Boundaries, categories, and lines, you must transcend.

Copyright, Vincent Decker, 2008