We scaled the face of reason
to find at least one sign
that could reveal
the true dimensions

of life
lest we forget.

And maybe it's easier to withdraw from life
with all of it's misery and wretched lies
away from harm.

We lay
by cool still waters
and gazed
into the sun
and like the moths
great imperfection
succomed
to her fatal charm.

And maybe it's me who dreams unrequited love
the victim of fools who watch
and stand in line away from harm!

In our vain pursuit
of life for one's own end
will this crooked path
ever cease to end?