Durable
Stuck in durable abyss
How much more of this will there be?
Sooner or later
We will see
Shrinking in beautiful green
What does any of it mean?
None can say
All there is, is so and so
Here we go
Questions with tangible answers
Too many to count
Will someone answer our wishes
As our prayers
They make us want to shout
Out in the mind
Seeking solace to quench our thirst
For knowledge of where we’re going
Who will get there first?
It’s not a race
Take it at stroll pace
No-one knows what we will find
Beyond the great divide.