Among the myriads of nice words in existence 

The tasty, the lavish, the flattering, wooing and coy

I search for one that will make some difference

A truth that won't serve as anyone's plaything or toy

 

I always try to fall asleep right before midnight 

Lest I get caught awake when Time changes hands

With but old tricks like "Light makes night bright!"

My mind encircles the universe seeking new lands

 

And I have this marvelous vision dreamt nightly!

But I can't put my finger on it; for it dies with dawn

The world keeps changing yet it's the same exactly

And the game of pretense and lying well goes on

 

The old notions are now slightly more ancient.

The new ones still in the mental womb of mankind...

And I stand in line with the rest, ennuied and patient

Waiting for something to finally shock my mind!