The world moves on with timeless wheels
A new world, yet a world of old;
For time only in circles reels,
As truth is lost, as truth foretold.

The irony of mankind’s curse
To seek truth and seek in excess;
We find ourselves in folly’s hearse,
Cloakèd graves beneath truth’s cypress.

For in knowing too much we cease
To truly know the truth at all;
When will mankind be at peace
And answer only mortal calls?

For the mission of the divine
Is answered only after death;
Only immortal knowledge finds
What can’t be found with mortal breath.

Alas mortals will never learn,
Again find themselves without gain;
In time and folly’s curse they perne,
As time's cursed wheels revolve again.