Slight thoughts and vibrant hues,
To seek out the promise of eternal Eden,
Bound as I am to the reeks of time,
Curse Ro when when but within grasp.
Again after against all shall fail,
To countless shores and roaming bards,
Minerva's glow held sway by matching stars,
Yet still we try and yearn for blissful serenity.
Give up yet' say but to what we give in to?
Stench of failure or ecstasy of trying,
Why long for senseless pride,
When what's gold is what's now.
