Given

That which has been wished for
And dreamt of since aeons
Its price you say is blood and gore
Its value beyond measure

'Tis true and lasting, the pain
The suffering, forever boundless
I agree, two sides have a coin
Sans thorns there are no roses

Closing our eyes to the fact
Fact ever present, to vanish unwilling
Dust swept under the carpet
Remains dust, to change unwilling

Fact that to give is not possible
Without first receiving
Fact ignored by the very first people
Fact if unrecognized, by the very last

To be given is to give
To value, utility inferior
Pursue knowledge, not necessity, to evolve
To need, absence of need, superior