Question everything, that is the key!
They will show you a pathway,
And a gate to how to feel,
Then if you walk,
Your world is no longer real,
But changed forever and a day,
Nothing you see is ever quite the same,
Perspective, it fixes, and fiddles with the now,
Manipulates the entire universe somehow,
So in a conspiracy, a network of guided thought,
In the journey,
The knots become untaught,
Everything we think we know,
Becomes a passing dream,
The fabric of our lives,
Starts splitting at the seems,
And yet,
When the madness holds no more,
As the mind screams “No!” I won't listen any more,
The question rises, once again,
Question everything, even this man.
Rowan Blair Colver