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!