Get back on a track while some blood is still left,
Set back that time which is wrecked by a theft.
Met a part of my life in a place where I was deaf,
Pride of mutual ignorance in this race is far ahead.
Price of untested idea simple- it is causing a threat,
Pace of our arrogance, somehow is pleasing instead.
Piece of accuracy unwillingly placed deep in my head,
Trace of my foolishness is growing according to trend.
Trait of my type, always to believe in a miraculous event.
Threw all dogmas without thinking what really they meant.
Know that prejudice should be left as close to the end,
But knot on my knowledge is slowly losing its tired stand.
