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