I see the mind of so many of us

Crying to know more.

More of life and even death

More of the seas, clouds and vales

More of the mysteries that are there and taunt us of the past.


Than more of the troubled thoughts we contain

Than more of the present life we lead

Than more of the ways we treat our brothers and sisters

Than more of the lies we easily tell that bring about bad spells.

Maybe we shouldn’t think to be better inside

Yet we try to fix the outer perfect world!