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.
