The Book of Life
I've turned my pages fast in search of light
But found gloom and every hope has died.
Whoever sane, in the end goes mad.
Why shouldn't the retched universe instead
roll on itself or pick a fairer fight?
Weak mortals, with eternity denied
we never win, concerned with daily bread.
I am alone, I am in dire need,
all that I build will be destroyed with ease,
in vain I am struggling to succeed.
With knowledge of the ultimate abyss
full darkness laughs at our honeyed wit,
though bees shall work and shall remain bees...
17 July 2004
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