For once again I scribe in pages yet defined by meaning, words that have been wrought with ambiguity and injustice.

To leave in whispers breath this question I ask again; of mans morals and men.

Not to allow to slip past in time; a wicked pattern of shallowness and hypocrisy.

Upon one another we gaze in judgment and bitter words; righteous in our convictions.

Knowing that beyond this moment and our beliefs lays a universe of possibility, a transition of structure heightened by acknowledgement of thought.

Again I move and sway to appeal, beyond a show of entertainment to good people, the dreams so many have had; to capture the true nature and spirit we aspire to posses.