You craved for the Big Answer long ago,
among the cooling ember of your creed,
as hesitance, the ever growing seed
took root inside and never let you go.

You searched for Higher Knowledge far and wide;
Above the angled soaring of the dove,
Beyond the misty harbors down the cove,
And through the fickle swaying of the tide.

You’ll long for that Enlightenment till the end:
One morning, as you look upon the past
in fear that your next breath is the last,
you'll wonder if that time was yours to spend;

Or fate was just a roadblock to avoid
as every veil you lifted turned out void.