What's the face set in stone
To hollow the steps of those who roam
That they can see a new utopia
Where the manifestations stir you
And holiday in the recesses deep
Where your mind can begin to reap
The beneficial ideas of your brain
With the ears alone for the sane
You can feel the push-button antics
As the world falls to the romantics
Those people who can really see
Life's essence and life's beauty
Without wanting to kill it away
Or make the edges fray
As the moving rotates
Through a tall set of gates
That enter into a greatness
Where minds do not depress
The thoughts of something true
That can be holding life through
To its beginning, middle, and end
In a constant, homeward, trend
And find a million and one
Reasons to be the sun
In dark places alone
Not to be on your own
In the maze of intellect
