Though We Are Mortal

If we are borne of the gods,
we must then ask ourselves;
are we as bold as their fame,
are we as prone to command
both ourselves and the world;
are we drawn to wisdom’s light,
always questioning our stead,
or do we find solace in the dark;
can we accept this mortal birth
and rage brave o’er the universe,
or must we trudge blindly thru,
with impotence of our nature;
are we stones laid in future path
to guide and comfort the way
of children, in their innocence,
that they beget a better vision;
are we then wise to our being,
and having found answers, elate;
are we foundlings in ancient tide,
that with ardency, then go forth,
are we as nature intends, wilding,
to be the catalyst of future tasks,
or do we lie in wait, as but carrion,
merely aware the world moves on;
are we not bound by our resources
to unsheath our swords and fight,
or do we stand idly by as witness,
while taloned eagles reign the sky?