The works of the legends-grinded into dust.
An age of iron gone-deteriorate to rust.
Though our times here seem not brief, nor quite long.
The Sands of Time assure us-all will once be gone.
Singular perspective-muddles our hope of seeing truth.
A ruse of our frail, crafty mind-made mostly to soothe.
Emphatic mindlessness drives us from one day to next.
And the mad seer gives up-balks and jests.
Hanging on to a broken dream-just to make life passable.
Too blind to see that to the gods-life is laughable.
Many deny this and say that nothing can be so cruel.
Yet the more they look-the less is found the jewel.
Life is for many, yet living is experienced by few.
Who knew opening your eyes could be so hard?