What more could I have done?
It’s lunacy that they can’t know
This beast I have become:
A frozen fool who fears a rousing sun.
Once sanity is fast dethroned
Past aspirations overthrown
You, the slave, must bear the load
Then instigate a higher code or
Intractable realities will suffocate the fantasy
Encasing you alone.
A craven corpse too serious
Finds themself delirious
Confronted by unknowns:
“Does it all result in nothing?
Where is life’s meaning sewn?”.
Alas, a deaf response grants no reprieve
For crude is our attempt to cleave
The transcendental harmony
Which permeates the heart of things,
Despite divine investigations refining speculation
Only slowly can we grasp the great unknown.