Journeying to the unknown land,
Debating with God, hand in hand,
Seeking truths through fog\'s opaque guise,
Seeds of existence sown, yet surprise,
Questions asked, unanswered they lie,
Even God lacks the replies,
Life\'s eternal riddle in lime,
This fleeting moment, a condemned time,
Regret for unlived days resides,
In that fleeting breath that subsides,
Now, I create, for my own sake,
Life\'s true ecstasy, mine to partake,
Human condition, eternal bliss,
Unappreciated, both man and god miss,
At existence\'s border, not God\'s nod,
But a wise frog with answers, odd,
Can we communicate, understand,
With this creature of the land?
A simple question, crystal clear,
As we build our cages, we draw near,
Trapped together, both cat and box,
Foolish fox, wearing veiled locks,
Living and dying, forever confined,
Observation, our sole solace we find,
So I venture to the unknown, unknown,
Upon a self-made throne, I\'ll be shown,
In observation, my time I\'ll spend,
Until this journey meets its end.