If truth is what you truly seek,
Truth is what you’ll find.
Along the way you will grow weak,
In body and in mind.
You think that truth is all you need
To find the hope you dream of,
But hope is just a tiny seed
From that which you have need of.
Truth I’ve found, in hope I grow,
And I wish to let you know:
What you seek will set you free—
Break through deceitful reverie.
Is there anything as eternity?
When time promises it will never die.
But time with no end
Is time with no beginning…
Has time been living for eternity too?
I am told
That before the birth of the universe
There was no space.
But was there time?
And what did the clock measure,
When there was nothing?
I am told
That there is something like infinity,
The truth of which I can well believe.
But has the pendulum been
Swinging before creation?
Was there ever
Anything as eternity?
Would it be wrong
to run
among these marching masses
to sing and laugh
at nervous floundering hands
on sweat-stained plastic leather
to sigh and say
I don’t have to keep a grimace?
Would it be wrong
to cry
and grow to great dimensions
small enough to creep beneath a door
instead of knocking?
Would it be wrong
to grasp hold of the telephone
and scream
in answer to its scream
and force a question
no one wants to hear?
Would it be wrong
to shake Pandora’s hand
and fly
only to return with tales
astounding with originality?