Actual mind is the war of a hope
and the hope of generations
for this reason rarely is truth a brave element
it is a force undeniable
pulling and driving bound in a loveless romance
freed into life and death
so I dream
continuing a purpose
holding and biding
I ask have I lost
and if lost
all certainty be lost
control
discipline
perception
reality
are these the fault lines of truth
or the soul
and is hope a common ground of humanity