Finding the Unfamiliar Which is to be Found

Faded is the future of the path we lead.
Forgotten  the path ,which we need.
Formidable is the foe that blocks our track.
Fight to the finish or lay on your back.

Fear and focus are a pair of eyes.
One sees none ,the other sees skies.
False fortress and fireflies.
For they shall aid when you have tried.

What we find to be familiar,
Is what is to be found.
Though finding the final path results in failure,
The found path is not wasted.

Have we found it?
What are we trying to find?
Objects, beings, space?
Frisking through what we previously found,
We finally find the answer.  

Recorded Sins

Minds were dispersed when the universe was born.
Now they're lost, now they're torn.
Instincts emerge right from birth.
Unleash your instincts and there would be hell on earth.

Violence might be an admired perception.
The view of an altered man's deception.
Traveling and searching for truth in a world where reality is insane. 
Some follow but others are plain.

The abolition of the weak  for a greater mind.
Trying to change the path of mankind.
Erasing our fears and blocking our means to do right.
Like a new born man without sight.

Guilt is recorded and erased by the strong.
The weak is swallowed knowing right from wrong.
Violate the memory and you shall question your deeds.
Erase all the memory and you shall have no needs.

Architecture of Intellect

The arsenal of power and the design of intellect.
Two  phases which boldly intersect.
Lost you'll be in the world of chaos.
Ever staring at why the world hates you.

Rise of satisfaction and the depression from laughter.
Running away, without knowing what your after.
A stack of love which rises from within.
A turn towards emotions and its lost with sin.

Vortex of terror blinded by fate.
Loosing time, its always too late.
Brushing and washing the memories with tear.
Everyday the end seems near.

Blessed are those who don't think and ponder.
Cursed are those who experiment and wander.
All phases designed like a tower,
Ever paralyzed in the existence of life.
Creating unwanted intelligence from our random mind.
The rest exist, but intellect is blind.