Transient Paradise or Dearth of One

From far beyond the realms of real,
and non real something to feel,
different walks of this path of one's
own destiny, one's own run,

With a goal in sight, a target in mind,
a brutal strategy, or one so kind,
as to bring one that eternal prize,
that one looks for throughout one's quest of unimaginable size,

What is the purpose ? Is there one just ?
Or are we soon to learn what we must,
that it is all an illusion, all but a farce conclusion ?
Or shalt we not bother with the greater,
That which is not known to us,
and shall we move on in this Transient Paradise ?
Or shalt we accept the Dearth of one ?

Life is a term so far abused,
not really known to anyone alive,
as death is only the start of one's
understanding of life,

Who are we but mortal man,
with a foolish sense of pride,
followers or leaders, we all stand,
at this same stage, with this same light,

Large or small, far or close,
we are all one in the matter of those,
things we come to accept as real,
but are we not accepting without appeal ?

Who are we to say what's next ?
Or what lies at the end of this quest ?
Are we not just as learned like
that child of two, who may not know what's right ?

Right and wrong are yet again,
words made by us once more,
the 'us' who we consider so powerful,
if only one were to realize our sheer significance,
in this universe of no bounds,
can we not see that we are not all that abounds ?

A tiny point in a tiny point is all that we are,
take a step back to understand, we are quite without power.
The square Earth, or the Loch Ness or even the very role of the very sun,
were all theories so believed, and now are they proven ?


This is not an attempt to demean the manor of the man,
but only a plea for all to know, that we are not all in it's plan,
the universe may have some use of us, but not all that accounts,
for the simple size of our existence, is little to what it amounts.