Tell me is it madness that
Awaits the seekers of truth
And those deprived of sleep
And reprieve from the wonderings
Of a closed and open mind
For is not the reality of it that
All things have been defined
In space and time before us
And are mere treasures for
Us to find should we have the
Inclination to go seeking and
Poking behind those restrictions
Placed upon us by those who
Lay claim to knowledge and
Thus define the price that we
Must pay so tell me do tell me
Is this madness that I do find