I am many things while I am none of them
I wonder of things far out of reach and dream of of the end of many
I know much and yet am still baffled numerous things
Allowances of time are not provided to seek and find the answers desired
I fly among the rock terrains of worlds of stars afar
Seeking answers and finding ever more questions
Far from the one that blights the life of many to misery
Chains broken I surf the skyways of interstellar space
In search of new and life and further away from the one that imprisons
Skimming the hot gas clouds of a nebula of colours that fill my view
That called home is far from mind which now fills with useful things
In space one can be truly alone with restrictions nowhere
I long for a far away world better than here
A long journey to reach I long to take
Where rules of physics are easier than Earth's
Is their an existence of like minded beings
Or only to be realised lost in an epoch away.
'Twas this that Old Ken believed to be true.
Leaving realisation of forever searching the void surrounding.
Populated with many beings but none are there.
Dragged along the path lines of life by the oldest parts of their minds.
Not knowing the whys and the reasons to their complexities
Do this, pay that, stick it to them you despise
Follow the ancient mind to do that which has gone for eons past
Tunnel is the vision stretched out before me for as far
Not can I see the writings on The Walls on each side
Must follow the path until the day I ask myself why whe nit is too late
Performed as expected but ask myself why
What number of generations will pass
Before we stop to think and ask