The final call

On a ring of fire

I wait, for it to burn thru

On the ring I sit

waiting for the final call...

There is no turning back

I know it to be impossible

To seek what cannot be gained 

is a folly we people oft make...

What for is this life

of utter useless waste

To be of someone great

is but something quite afar...

Why then must I live on

if not to be a burden on this beautiful earth

Hence I must travel

into the unknown world...

Into the world of eternal calm...