Courage has almost deserted,
The once brave warrior of peace.
Does it amount to a hill of beans,
Or is the very meaning being lost ?
Doubts come, and they go,
Some things from life, we'll never know.
By accepting the role of 'being',
Life seems to be a patsy.
Verify and vilify the clues,
But take no trust from them.
We can only be rendered sad,
For the reasons found out there.
Mystics have sought to know,
All of these timeless ventures.
Some passed the mortal coil,
Aware of precious little else.