What beckons is Truth...

Tis' a Viking voyage full of woes,

We know not brother where it goes ;

Fighting the wind, braving the storm.....

The ship keeps sail, in golden form.

But the journey is big, and the battle strong,

Blind eyes keep praying, from dusk till dawn ;

Faces of no feelings overshadow all.....

Tis' nothing, maybe void is what they call.

These pitiful puppets just eat and kill,

Do little but totter at His ruthless will ;

"They're not guilty, to be thrown from thy ark.....

For tis' none but You who keeps 'em in Dark!"

Good souls hath forsaken this struggle inevitable,

For they doth not 'prehend, this forlorn babel ;

But hapless souls forgotten by time.....

Find no truth in Truth sublime.

Everything's a mirage deceiving the Truth,

The wine, the robe, the golden tooth ;

They keep striving for needless bliss.....

Instead seek thy heart, I say this.

Yet what beckons is Truth, high and wise,

With no clue on earth where it lies ;

Thus ignorance is bliss and I don't lie.....

Let's know nothing..... let's smile and die.