I want to see the proof of things, the truth it brings

'cause I feel so damn aloof from things,

I wring the string of crooked kings

and try to fly with broken wings.

I pray for some enlightenment

while I fight uphill to pay the rent,

I don't know where what is real was sent

but I do know that the "truth" is bent.

Intention is what I want to know,

why the lies why this big show?

Why do kings make feasts for crows

since way before old Jericho.

The more I learn, the more gaps appear,

the more I know, the more I fear.

I've gone through life collecting bits

but added up, I just can't see it.

It rips my soul from east to west

how I fail the worst when I try my best,

see I know with learning I've been blessed

but my duty then is to share with the rest.

Investing time in ancient lore

trying to understand what it's for.

From Stonehenge to the pyramids

from what they knew to what they did.

Reading of all the ancient strife

to help me learn the cause of life,

dissecting with this pen, my knife,

but I just can't seem to get it right.

So I pray at night for revelation

for freedom from this false equation

for just some sort of confirmation

to save me from my damned frustration.