The Vagabonds

YE build you houses of your creeds
Or live in those ye never built;
We go the winds’ way; no one heeds,
We filch our freedom, risk the guilt.
Ye spin you webs of thin belief
To lure the unthinking from without;
No easy Yes we hold in fief,
We are the vagabonds of doubt.
Ye fear all force, or show of might,
Ye think Restraint is all life’s art;
We learn all weathers, day and night;
Behold! ours is the better part!
Your roofs will fall, your webs be torn
For gazing with unseeing eyes;
Our vigil is for thought unborn,
We sentinel the great Surmise.