Innocuous crime Spare some time To decode the faults of mind Set in parchment and ink Fallen to dust in the wind Behind lost eyes in a wink
Caught in traditionβs mire To seek the burns of noveltyβs fires As being turns to dust Glorious shine is effaced in the rust Of changes gone by Still no right answer nigh
Dogmas eclipse Chains rattle and drift All directions under the sun A compass superior to none
Are perceptions unique or uniform To culture borne? Or are answers forever amiss A world built in chaotic bliss