Waking to the hunger of thought

That seeks an inquisition.

Let all the facts be known,

All the cards face up.

Still this is not enough,

As truth lies in the mind.

Who will expose a lie

That in himself is born?

Can a door knock itself

Or be opened by its will?

Let a thought tarry

And escape by your tongue.

Let the wind cool the sweat

That lingers on your brow.

O how can I judge

That which would condemn me?