Disfluencies in thought irrationalize us all tis noted by philosophers, man’s historic fall ‘tis not in defeat we find ourselves born but with views of the future, and history forlorn
ceaseless and restless is the toil, man must face each day for every single citizen, has debt that they must pay to earth, to man, to all the world, until they part their ways still less than insignificant each man’s song still plays
to man we pay homage, in spirit and in song for without the men who guide our thoughts, we would surely be more wrong the stumbling paths men must take, for sake of being right is the same tale of humanity, in constant search for light
on who we are, why we’re here, and does it really matter if happiness is not achieved, I wouldn’t take the latter so forth we stumble awaiting the next sure step towards love and to leave the disasters of the past.