The Search

Far from this land of dismay
 Is where I want to be
 Take me to the reaches of the mind
 Let my eyes again see
 The never lands pave the search
 To destruction or creation
 Idealistic formulas, truth or temptation
 Is it all just complications?
 To search for truth, such a noble cause
 Deafened by the roar of applause
 My wayward spirit to descend
 For the search...
 Cry my lovely, let me see your tears
 The release has begun
 The center of my consciousness, oh no
 Of a song already sung
 Truth is outdone?
 A right or wrong way
 The loaded gun to distract the work that has begun
 Wise men still seek to find the truth in us
 But they use the Hubble to discover
 What their feet have already crushed