Knowledge is power,
Knowledge is right;
Knowledge sticks to the eager mind.
Knowledge frees,
Knowledge decrees,
That to pain and suffering we are confined.
Is it the truth,
Or truth a lie?
For lie is truth and truth is the Lie.
Here I sit and watch,
The every move,
Of that for which I die.
The azure tinge,
The gold hinge,
Obscure that which I seek.
The knob of bronze,
The gap that yawns,
In the space of the minds of the meek.
I flail in the dark,
As to light I hark,
For knowledge which
This entrancing door confines.