Education Or Folly Poem by Wils Tsikhavi

As the heart grows cold,
And the mind thrives in finding folds,
To find fault in every bold
definition of love, where then is the hope?
for you don't walk simple and gentle but do hop,
no rest anywhere for to faith you can's gallop.

Madness is that, what makes sense
Is released as non-sense by 'common sense'
the common 5 senses are at an offence
For detecting what that is natural for them
All in the name of education...

Education or folly?