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