He who works
With mortality 
Seeks morality
To be good
To be kind
Walks into 
The burning 
Sands of time
Alone 

But a man should not 
Stand alone
Should find a home
Work out his wanderlust
But settle down
Should have a tribe
To stand by his side
To be his guide
When he is wrong
And listen when 
He is right

Perhaps
I am a fool
Who is to far gone
And always wrong
But how far would I go
To come back home
To my friends again

Will I always be
One second to late
To see them succumb
To the only true fate

This is not 
Merely a preemptive
Elegy for the heart of me