Babel

See the wonder turn real The seed and the pattern of "why", can't bare us the cause A palindrome, holds what may be, or be denied A shape is seeking to form, to know why it does Can one see what lies inside, with outward eyes? One seeking the core, may find we don't lead what we are A voice that is able to heal, is speaking in tongues The shape is taught, to question thought, by those unlike One seeking the core, may find that the self is not sole Dazed is the mind. It acts as one and lives off it's kind For I as you as we, in one all numbers meet One seeking the cure, may find we can't free us (of all) One sought those following them One built on why they are following them And one fought those following them And by a blind, mimiced "why", they all followed him Claim no thought, it is framed by a myriad more And the mind that has taught, carried signs of all I am common, of the same core as everything is I am common, from the same spark as everything is I am common, of the same force as everything is I am common, a singular hive-mind Sense this might What lasts therefore can't be denied Are marks we leave with every deed Doubt images painted by trust In things we don't test but believe! Lords, Idols and Gods all must crumble! It's self-deceit We find us in times of mass need, While claiming we found righteous ways It's false belief Conceiving the state of our being Ever is haste in our stride Ever is fate in our stride