In vain we seek a heaven above the skies,
So follow priests whose words we know are lies.
This world has false, though flattering charms,
That shan’t be found in any priest-like arms.
Life's distant joys show big in our esteem,
Man values nothing like his own, his heartfelt dream.
Dreams that lessen as they draw closer to the eye,
In man’s embrace, his favored dream must surely die,
And when we grasp, we lose the pleasing dream,
Returning sadly to a silent, inner scream,
When will mankind ere understand,
Real change lies there, within his hand?