Into further bondage I cannot go
as one who confidently claims to know —
meandering, lost, but afraid to tell,
asking not, to keep my unknowing well;
never questioning, never wondering,
always as growing in faith never shown.

Grappling with ideas that cannot be known,
not in rebellion — in honesty grown;
ornate as faith is, I want what is true —
striking out on a path traversed by few,
touching ideas as never touched before,
ignoring all bounds on what I explore.

Calling for truth, I cry out for reason.