Lost, under the stars, I pass
through wizard dreams of enigmas, seeking
an ageless place beyond the glass
of an ancient ocean, rottenly reeking
of salt and festering chemicals, and I climb
towards the sky. But is it worth speaking
of the decay I have seen? I don't know; in time
it may. But the wisdom I?ve sought, the treasure
of a pearl past price, is enough to climb
mountains mighty, mountains past measure. . .
This is a dying world. It is not well,
and too easy it is to seek alone pleasure,
there?s finite time today, as swell
entropy's minions, decay and fallow
despair. I aver, certainly, this is a hell.
Although I seek still, a search still callow
to most avoiding the truths I must face,
although I know my search is fallow,
still I seek. Though the human race
slowly wanes, slowly passes
into oblivion, I search, and pace
upon a planet dying, with glass
showing no certain way to go.
Although it seems I live but farces,
no better task or quest I know.