The Face of Reason

A little poem on how man does it's thinking.

The Face of Reason

Freedom of chains
Open up wide
Ideas are abundant
Hope is our guide

The storm is still coming
Clouds growing dark
Sun is peeking through
Rays touch our lives.

Possession is illusion
It slips through your hands
Press all you want
As the new time begins

Mankind is still sleeping
Our fists rule our minds
Back in the distance
Reason still is alive.