Balancing beams we cannot do,
and ungiving thoughts we won't pursue
making light for transition's change
solid setting on a reality's plane
criss-cross stitches hold together love
with holy hands that pray up above
deplete the quotients all unseen
by eyes that are blind and in dream
call the waking calm you seek
and replace the hoplessness and weak
replenish the truth conviently hid
leaving no more cheap lies up for bid
catch ahold of fluttering sweet peace
extend an arm out and make like ease
take what's granted and given at birth
to you for self acknowledging worth
balance beams we will not do
we are free thinkers, we are the few