A man can learn all that he can,
Can know so much he need not plan,
Could see it all, across all worlds,
And yet he’d be but half a man.
With sight Omnipotent he has,
Across Dimensions he can pass,
But soon with graying dimness seen,
He sees each miracle a task.
A poisoned mindset taken on,
To new realities is drawn,
A man who leaves true home behind,
To chase the Endless Seething Dawn.
But now he wails unendingly,
“What have I done, why did I flee?”
For now he’s realized far too late,
He was at start where he should be.