I contemplate In idols I once made Beckoned faith Questioning the motives of our way Illusions speak with more life now How can they be wrong? Logic gone, blinded faith Morals can't be found Under your reason Under reason I hesitate To grasp ideals you make Disbelief Truth in pantomime Eyeless now as the innate Where does absence lay? With challenged sight Does truth enlight? Or only shift the mind? Under your reason, under reason