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
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