Prophetic poem

[Scorptrio]

The stars seemed fixed
In their nightly motion
Never varying their course
Yet in truth
They burn through the cosmos
Finding their way
Despite our perceptions
The planets go their ways
Tugging the puppet strings on our souls
Demanding the attempt
Though the goal is unattainable
Each moment lost to its own time and space
Never to be relived
Though we burn to experience them again
Fruitless we drift along in our own motion
Seemingly fixed upon the empty canvas
With destiny taking a back seat to fate
Dictated by each choice and action
The sum and total of each being
Weighted against the feather of truth
And found to be heavy, wanting
Sailing against the storm
Where no man passes unscathed
And satisfaction is as elusive
As the dawn in a safe harbour
And the lost decision to stay
Always ruled by the tides
Which obey their celestial mistress
Changing as the phases of the moon
Not constant as the north star
Around which the void spirals
It stares into us whether or not
We are aware of its gaze
The peak of the tallest mountain
Lies beneath the ocean waves
It is there, though no man climbs it

[Dead_End]

Nice, yep.