What is there to know?
What is there to show?
What is there to heal?
What is there to feel?
Inquiring of the elements of life
You unveil timeless secrets of old
Proving our fate, saying,
“We have all forgotten
The old wise men of the Earth’s generations
Leaning towards our own foolish ways”
As sure as this may be
Take warning in knowing this:
Everything is to no avail
Your ambitions leave no trail
Chasing the wind, there is nothing you see
But the aforementioned attributes decree
“All around you is death”
As you breathe your final breath
Don’t wait ‘till the end to know the truth
Don’t waste your gifts on mindless songs and tales
That kill you softly, meaninglessly you live
In a world ruled by a savage brute
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