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.