Truth

Flames, dreams, twisted desires
Fires burn in desperation for knowledge
Though not what they teach you, feed you and grasp
Intelligence relieves the lack of experience less often than not
Keep interested in the disintegration of your lot, pure existence

Faces stare, good or malice
Questions remain with force of goodwill
Drink from your chalice as scents fall from the sky
A driving force sees contemptuous youth flailing in wretched disgrace

Here is the choker:
Behold cold nights shining with luster through abundant kindness
Bittersweet loveliness, lovelessness acts and leaves you behind
Empty confusion draws it's wicked face from hiding
Fighting to caress the every need of one's selfish compassion yet lack of control
Truth has spoken though laughter rarely subsides

Bring forth the playful chalice of youth
Drink lest you grow older
Think lest you grow smarter
Love, for uniqueness travels wearily amongst the flock
Then grows into all who may seek inquisitions from righteous sources and further dimensions