Finally filtered, finally fraught.
Finally purchased, a soul I have bought.
Education redeems and, child, I have seen
The days where the days weren’t so clean to be dreamed.
A stand in the center, a stand of the scene.
Alone and unrobed and unmasked; polluted, it would seem.
The drugs that they give us! The signs that we see!
Enlightenment surely must be fast in our reach.
I dream, find me. Come see, blind me.
The words that I use, the words that you see,
The plans that you dream of but rarely complete,
The land of the masses and information technology,
All leave us incomplete.
To answer a question, to story-tell well,
To be and to think and realistically dwell,
We learn how to learn and to look, listen, smell.