Turned by tune Closed by glare Formed of thought I am here Running down a hall Filled with fresh snow The crater's well is very known Terror strike it's heart But from there flows calm The packet of 0's and 1's Bits and bytes Forming words Forming pictures Forming though Leeches out in it's web of folly To represent the truth that is society What is true... What is false... Whatever stand the test of time It's knowledge once unlearned Granting wisdom untamed Graded, Tested, Supposedly learned Words can be taught by the twists above. Wisdom, Knowledge, Cannot be made As one can be taught the names of something Using the twist above But still not know what that something does. Routinely mimed Learned through force Evidently mine alone Tense by way Formed of gray The mind wanders on it's own shade Under-formed by this way The eternal struggle fights Day to day Night to night Blind yet able to see Deaf yet able to hear Learning form by what it can pay. - Gregory David Allen (AKA: The Flamesofphx)