In an age that plays too fast and too loose

And every moment is expected to be the golden goose

The crack in the cosmic egg seems a little poorer

As facts mutate instantly and we continue to explore

The differences between what is true and confusion

We reach out for the real and find it’s all simply illusion

Who are we to believe if not our own lying eyes?

It seems that after all, time has not made mankind more wise

For me there are times I seem to embrace my inner ignorance

I think perhaps on the off chance that I’ll rediscover my innocence

Still, there I am once more and off again out the door

Not even certain sometimes what I seem to be looking for

Only certain that given the chance to explore to seek and find

My greatest journey might have been the daring reaches of your mind