When you feel confused, picking up from thousands of standards, are you really right?
But as you get older, the same standard's felt right at day but wrong at night.

With the continuously changing of judgemental behaviour, how sure are you?
Without having counter explanation of your standard doesn’t mean you are not wrong at  now.

More "being afraid of Quantity" than "being amazed at Quality",
Avoiding from being a "fish out of water", are you sacrificing the sense of " calling a ***** a *****" in you?
Giving it a thought, you know, democracy doesn’t work when truthfuls are only a few

Are you sincere, side effects that are cumulatively threating us, of the amusements that are cheap?
Burning your brain, you know, getting a good reward requires thinkings that are deep.

Will you be stable with your temporary feeling of satisfaction?
Or learning to believe, before measuring with scale, your scale's required correction.

Can you see a wall Between us?

With every second's ticking on the clock, increasing the strength, increasing the space between us
With the increasing strength of the wall, truths are becoming reddish through the wall made of glass

Do you know this wall? With every truth striking here, mixing with lies, makes confused reflection
And this rays, which your eyes couldn’t see, do you consider breaking up through prism, with proper inspection?
Before judging the ray, did you check the light? Are you sure your eyes aren’t in deception?

What's pushing you back? Did you look? Is there enough ground on your way back?
Looking forward, are you walking backward? When you find someone instead of something... Who's pushing you back? Still hesitate to check?

Why? Didn’t you notice it’s only reflection of the glass?
The metal that shines at day, don't think it precious,
The same thing you see golden, i see colorless
Are you sure you're not in wild-goose chase?
The same optical illusion you will feel,
When waking up from the longer version of your dream

Can you stop, take a breath, blowing away the leaves that has no root
Can you listen to me, traverse the nodes of my words, untill you reach the truth, zooming it out

Will you prefer "connected dots" over an arbitrary dot?
Are you ready to strike the wall, with the hammer of truth?
Over and out