Caught by chance of thought, this nothingness became
Of life and limb, a solemn hymn, a silent caste of shame
Whose course would change, and rearrange, would just the self to blame
Pray man was of the mountain, whose focus stayed the same
Who turns around in hindsight, regrets who they've become
Forgets to face tomorrow and the challenges to come
So that they may be righteous, would rise but with the sun
And when the darkness met the eye, accept what's lost or won
While nothing is forever, what's now shall never last
It's difficult to keep the mind from straying to the past
Where questions brought but questions, where answers were too vast
Were they content, of simple minds, who never sought to ask?
The richest man could ever be, could need for nothing more
Would never seek to find a key for there would be no door
With open mind, they travel blind, to search and to explore
A life of grand delusions, this world has seen before.
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