Anywhere Out of the World

We scaled the face of reason
To find at least one sign
That could reveal
The true dimensions
Of life
Lest we forget

And maybe it's easier to withdraw from life
With all of its misery and wretched lies
Away from harm

We lay
By cool, still waters
And gazed
Into the sun
And like the moth's
Great imperfection
Succumbed
To her fatal charm

And maybe it's me who dreams of requited love
The victim of fools who watch
And stand in line away from harm

In our vain pursuit
Of life for one's own end
Will this crooked path
Ever cease to end?