Real Owner.

Source

Originating from Source, springs all the ideas of man
The thoughts , the voices ,
The mysteries and poisons

Then the desire becomes so strong
To discover anything to add to his name
An accolade, a shout out
A handshake , resounding claps
For greatness upon greatness
The originals laid to rest

Time went on , moments passed by
As always, change was gradual
New generations were brought up,
The originals, the founding fathers
Have been on rest long gone

' What shall we do ? What shall we see ?'
' What shall we newly found ? , what shall we newly create ?'
What is it that we've never seen before?
And then comes the theft of thought of thousands who have been born
Discoveries no longer new, references thrown out the door
" What has occurred? " We ask all gone
" Is the search of man through, was it thorough, was it good? Who is the Real Owner ? "

Then the search increases to all else without me within
So we could deny the neverending puzzling maze called truth.