It is not there.
It is gone.
Has it left forever?
Perhaps no,
Perhaps yes.
Are there any real answers?
There must be.
There out there somewhere.
Of what I speak,
You must not know.
How could you?
I have not told you.
You cannot understand what I say.
It makes no sense to you.
I speak of knowledge.
Almost a lost art.
It is dying.
Shriveling up,
For none to see.
Never being brought out for use.
People forget they have it.
They wander about,
Like mindless beasts.
It must come back,
It will come back.
But when?
When will it return?
When will it show itself again?
Will I be gone before it comes again?
It will not lose all it’s power.
It shall come again,
To show it face to all the world.
Leaving behind, all that’s unintelligible,
All that should not be.
It shall come before I die.
I will not leave this world,
Without seeing it again.