It is said that there is but one true thing we can do That is to profess the truth. I have one voice I am a man in a rich society I am a technologist Sometimes I love my work Sometimes it is almost too much for me The striving to succeed, the setbacks, the worries I feel responsibility, there is a burden I am not happy. My world feels so narrow I but glimpse in passing the wider world I have thoughts and debates But it has lacked substance My voice is not heard, even by myself. Can my voice speak for order? Can it proclaim the truth? Can it point to simplicity and happiness? Can I at least resolve my own problems? Can I know myself? Can my voice be heard at last?