My clock has started precious time departs, thoughts and memories have yet to mould me, no moral compass or living maps, I'm guided by those who have come before.

Blind beliefs with stagnant knowledge are humanity's given fare, spoonfed on a diet of corrupt and laden lore, teachings so distant from the truth, that dull the minds of precious youth.

Countless routes lay undiscovered, too easily we are led, following in history's follies with outcomes of despair, unable to break the shackles free, from that ever revolving door.

My journey takes a different course, parting from the brainwashed passage, whilst others with open minds and precious thought, embrace a new direction. 
                     Are we there yet?