Blinkers on, balance it on your
head and never lose it. You still
got some unhinged and bonkers
stuff to deal after of all those  
steep and unsure hallway journey.
                   You are a
Rational thinker, we long
and you prosper. We seek  
and you like to be found; in  
the middle of baffling
reasoning, we discover you, again and
again. Seems you are anew. Ready for
the dawn and dusk of another toil that needs
a thinker like you
                    are in the middle of  
White halls with brittle walls
that we keep on shattering in
every blink of fidelity we have;  
On the things that must be—
Broken and cracked for the light to enter.