When we are in illusion
We are certainly in exclusion
Of the light
We we need to be bringing on-sight
To bring us greater delight
Despite
The right
To keep it from sight.
Pick your own fright-
It is percolating the light
From being its own respite.
We are our darkest deeds;
We are our filament creeds
And our regular feeds
Plead
To bring our need
To speed
Our altitude greed
Of our complex seed
To be freed.
We are forever in need.
It is time to bleed
The need
And respective creed-
We are our own song indeed!