A Toilets Rim

Perishes in time the meaning of our lives Instilling things from a darkness of shadow, But who did bless this miracle, the complexity of thought and dream Under the question from ones conscience; Strange it is when truth is breached By a thousand souls descendant And the drip from my toilets rim At times we are callous to changes in ourselves Though deep it is in thought and perception, Until the sanctity our intent inspired Is characterized by the solitude within; Speak the lines in reflected reason Here deep with faiths intent Under the drip from my toilets rim Do not desert from what lays instilled The ancient deceptive oracle, For there is no explanation to complexities, or the isolation of its decent Into that moral servitude; Listen to the knowledge in the words we speak When questioned are our thoughts applied To that drip from my toilets rim