Many focus all concentration attempting to find who’s behind creation,
But their works are an imitation, and their faith has limitations.

Men built iron-clad walls but still met penetration,
Languished and anguished, searching for stipulations.

Some gifts were presented for their spiritual sending.
Rather than correction, continuous rule bending,

Just viewing the current, lack of attention to the ending.
Some men are breech-babies, came out wrong from the beginning.

Therefore, their handicaps are likened to those of Helen Keller.
Trying to be clock builders, rather than time tellers.

It’s like the tortoise and the hare, who will win the long race?
The ones that can attain, and see past their birth place.