When angers courses and boils through our trembling veins,
We seek to find the source,
Outward we look hither and yon,
Frantically pursuing ever thinning threads,
Through frustration we limit our search to those we project to,
Yet inward we find the cause of our muddle,
There deep inside our mind attached to our spine,
Where the darkness of generations past resides,
Pulling threads to hard to see,
Lies the truth,
If we are to grow then inward we must go.