[Words: John Brenner] Why does no one question The aspects of our reality Yet place such a heavy value On knowledge they do not have Tear down the facade of infallibility Sentient, indeed, but imperfect man Can only create imperfect works Thus even a book can be wrong I have little faith in the religion of man Repetition and rote, does not salvation create Bright and clear I must open my mind To unlock the manacles of tradition Why do they fall into roles Society insists they must enact from birth Deviation is termed as abnormal By those who are afraid to live I have little faith in the ways of man As faulty creatures we are at best What is the difference between them and me? My views and dreams, at least I can feel