Guarding the door, waiting to see what comes through next,
Shivering with impotent ignorance I want to know it all best.
Each second, a new lifetime supported by a single bookend,
passes by, new only in its passing and promised difference.
The ancient story repeats itself for the first time over and over.
Time, artificial from the start, is replaced by static petulance.
Seeking unwanted answers, I hide in my meaningless quest,
Knowing emptiness makes life meaningful, ending the rest.