I've come to take you in my boat
I rowed for many miles here
If your head is foggy, If you are unclear
Escape with me, the end is near

Safe passage, now I offer you
The Veil of Perfection, covers you
When you find that you are blind to truth
And following a sordid group

It's time to break the shackles loose
Many an untrained prisoner
Saw iron bars where none were built
Locks of nothing appeared as steel

The key had never been revealed
But through experience, the layers peel.

Poetry by Alan Epps