Arrows are flung at invisible suns,
To fracture the spines of their thread-woven hearts
In search of life's gold, some go far and wide
But only northward and southward where the shores freeze our pride.
To find what's in search, man must trade his compass,
Look beyond its' dimension, into knowledge trespass.
Don't deny, that man alone invented meaning.
Don't take part, in grandiose notions, frightened feelings.
Nature looks to us unbound, we are not to be in shrouds.
Know that life, life has no inherent meaning.
Don't take part in this senseless rebellion to life.