To clarify is to prove
I clarify my belief that we are insane
Confused
Fearful
Too blind to see
Too heartless to care

So few know of our purpose to live
Those few have become a hoarse whisper
In the uproar
A time so brief even Gods failed to notice

I understand those few, though I am not one
Not entirely
Only part
An accidental offspring
I will be the middleman
A double-sided coin
Sending each others truths to the opposite

I can prove that I am
I know the truth
I know our purpose

But I care not