I looked into the village well
and gazed deep into the past
to seek the wisdom of time to tell
me if our bond was meant to last.
A thousand lifetimes people dwell,
a thousand lifetimes people pass,
there were empires rose and fell
who sent their armies all en mass
and many men they sent to hell
their corpses turned from dirt to grass.
They ventured thought for such a spell
their dust to sand and sand to glass.
The grains of time so surely fell
around me as I sought wisdom to impart
into my knowledge, expanded vast
now, I came to understand the heart.
Through pain and woe this force, impel
generations to live and die
to search in vain, alas,
but for naught effort do they try
to find a state transcendent of a soul
but to end up hurt and sad.
Humans pay most any toll
to have an ounce of what we had
half a being made whole
your soul, solely, made me glad