To Believe, Or Not To Believe.

TO BELIEVE, OR NOT TO BELIEVE A dialect forms from an undesired breath Disjointed in my intent Extraneous to the meaning others perceive My juxtaposition holds much ambiguity When I consider the allegory of good versus evil Morally abstracted in my own perceptions Am I the minority facing the torrent? Or are the eyes of knowledge slowly becoming the majority What are the ramifications of my faith? Or the lack there of Has my curiosity closed the gates to my soul? Am I the tempest to my own moral Armageddon? In my knowledge have I become tainted? Unable to ever again rely solely on faith Unable to return to the ignorance others desire Or will enlightenment be the savior of man How is it we are educated to believe we are a reflection of invisibility When a unification of matter is the vessel of our creation And matter is a tangible fabric Ignorance is the loom from which man has woven himself When in truth the Sun is our father Our mother is the Earth And water the womb in which the seed of life was dispersed By Mr.E. Jones