Actual mind is the war of a hope 
and the hope of generations 
for this reason rarely is truth a brave element 
it is a force undeniable 
pulling and driving bound in a loveless romance 
freed into life and death 
so I dream 
continuing a purpose 
holding and biding 
I ask have I lost 
and if lost 
all certainty be lost 
control 
discipline 
perception 
reality 
are these the fault lines of truth 
or the soul 
and is hope a common ground of humanity