What we may discern from our certainty
Is rather a matter of scope
Than of integrity
If we provide for the limits of our comfort
We save your eyes from the truth
But ignorance we will court
I could take up the matter up with the sun
To pry from it as needed for guidance
For light when there is none
But it is far too busy to care for closed minds
Everything of the past felt it’s rays
Everything except time
It is my humility that remains tethered
To the front when charging a hill
To the back if honored
It is the only way we can find our purpose
To walk in hand with common men
To look beneath the surface
The fears that insist upon our opinion
Must be regarded as trespasses
Upon our souls dominion
And if the measure of our chosen domain
Is a circle drawn by our bare feet
Then truth will die in vain