Purpose of Life

The purpose of life was lost to knowledge--And forgot the human condition
For I, still in youth, have seen my death--
But knowing is not what makes me better--It’s my journey of how I get there

-I-
I cannot say why I hunt a man I do not know
Or know what he did
But the pursuit is the first of three…

A tower rises above the trees in a deep wood
It’s here where he escapes

To the highest tier I followed him
And out the window
Where he fell to his freedom

-II-
I cannot say why I elude a man I do not know
Or know what I did
But the flight is the second of three…

A cave opens between the trees in a deep wood
It’s here where I escape

To the deepest cavern I led him
And into the darkness
Where I descend to my freedom

-III-
I cannot say who neither of us knew
Or knew what we did
But both our deaths were number three…

A river cut through the trees in a deep wood
It’s here where we were caught

Through rocky rapids the current led us
And down to the waterfall
Where our bodies float to freedom

But knowing is not what makes me better--
For when you see the way you die--There is no escape
And the third time--When the river takes me--
I overcome my obsession with death--As the water slaloms toward its tomb
And pours into the chasm--Of infinite slumber and regret
Where I dreamed--Beneath shadows cast by tall pines