Conflicting Thoughts

Can you describe to a man blind from birth
Colours from the heavens upon the earth?
Or sit at the feet of one and be taught
By whom who has never had an evil thought?

Caught in your own nets, snared by your own snare
What chance of comprehension whilst you remain there?
It's impossible to perceive if you cannot conceive
Just hope that from without you may receive

Yet you banish my ideas behind idiotic bars
Then force your doctrine and claims it as ours
Well I'm tired of making sense
Of being locked within a preverbal fence

Why must what I think fit in your worldview?
What makes you so certain that it is true?
Could it be you who is unable to free fear & woe
Desperately clutching onto your ego

By Pete Scopes