The epitome of no emotion
Hear the logic walked that's led
Not to be brushed aside as a small notion
Think not lite of the information fed
And this bear will not dance for you
Nor muzzle what must not be said
Envision a mighty power before you
With a cool logic to use it's head
A candle held for the eye of the beholder
Strong flame that possesses nothing weak
The wick of ours oh so much older
Weak now from to many days of over flame
