We walk alone
unweaving the believing
wavering fools
who play tools
to master makers
those money takers
pious fakers.

We walk the road
of learned truths,
pursuing those who
inspire us to do
better.

We walk alone
but sometimes
paths converge.
Parallel voices are heard.
The pain recedes.
Hope no longer retreats
and we are free
to be temporarily
together.

We walk alone
and that is how we die.
No matter how hard we try,
even when we fly
we fall down
to the ground
flaming comet crashing
crushing the crust
and cutting deeper.

Thus departs
the hearts of seekers
walking all alone
especially into their own
dark death.