The End
By: Lawrence W Langman (c)

I've sailed across the seven seas
in search for man's humanities.
For knowledge lost as time proceeds
reflects the man's impeding deeds.

As daylight wanes across the rise
no souls to search or alibies.
Drawing strength from this great earth
from which it granted nature's birth.

We swim against the rapid's waves
just to turn just one more page.
Oh how our destiny dost weave
the powers of our glee, and grieve.

We dare to search the skies for truth
to enlighten all and teach our youth.
Yet we fall into the same old traps
forgetting why civilizations collapse.

We hold on fast to our strong beliefs
repeating verses as if there motifs.
Like in a trance we repeat our pasts
hoping this time our peace shall last.

As we travel down these rabbit holes
what controls our mortal souls?
These questions asked by many sought
they can't be found, or even bought.

No trinkets given or money spent
no alms repaid escapes torment.
We're all upon this traveling sphere
what scares us most is the end we fear.