short treatise on the puzzles of life

We try to impress
knowing nothing, trying to save
light in a bottle, dreaming destinies
that have yet to be known
what would we be if we knew only slowly
and our minds were blind?
what would be left, but raw desire
for the satisfaction of the body
and pride?
Sing sweetly, little bird
for now I close
the blinds of destiny
like the stars
have never been shown
to our yearning eyes
what we wish
has been before, and vast
they were, suns multiplied
but now they are dead
we know not, for we see only
that twinkling bright
for hope is a light in the dark, shining
and all seems not lost
for we have their past, and hopefully
more.