Zarathustra

When you set out again for discovery
and find yourself once more on the same path
Lonesome, steep, and dark, descending
remembering the words of the dwarf
Words you thought spiteful
for dragging you down
For it warned of truth - of gravity;
"Every thrown stone, no matter how high, must fall".
Deaf, you approached the solemn gate
where two paths fork to eternity
one straight forwards, one curved backwards
Heedless you forged ahead
so sure you could cheat time
logically assured, you took the straight line
determined to achieve your transcendence
But look where you are
the path forward has led you back again
this time older... hopefully wiser
As you stand once more before the gate
recognize your conceit, of your will to fly
Heed this time his warning words
"Everything straight lies"

 


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