We travel the universe in search for the light,
Even though such information is our birth right.
Of its mystical glow we only see flashes,
Right through our grey cells like a blade it slashes.
Trapped in the never ending search for the truth,
So in over our heads we forgot our youth.
It all began when we are a few inches tall,
Fresh out of our mother womb we begin to crawl.
Ever since we utter our first words,
Our vision of the world gets blurred.
Reality and rationality are not quite what they seem,
Just a collection of stories from someone else's dreams.
Being unique is just a well planted hoax,
Like a propaganda at the corner of the mind it pokes.
This quest for the truth is like a circle,
round and round you go as slow as a turtle.
But like bugs to an incandescent bulb we are attracted,
A single minded proposition from which we cannot be distracted.