An infans born into something,
Moulded to fit – a predefined nothing.
Not yours, but theirs;
They saw, they felt and wrote,
What they knew to be true.
A gap – the missing link,
That which would have taught us to think;
Like them – their ideas written;
So now its final – your choice,
A natural given.
But hope is not yet gone,
And if you want it,
It’s yours – you’ve won.
Enduring the voices- their calling;
Break down the definitions and see them falling.
The end is unending,
These words to you, I’m lending;
Receive as you are – unblinded and afar;
Take this into consideration,
And find out who you are.