To the gods I make fervent petition to visit
pity on this poor soul, a creature torn asunder,
mind fragmented into puzzled shards, divided
between futile purpose and all life’s wonder.
By what or who troubles not restless thought,
I am here, I exist and live, through earthly joys
and travails. No, I care not how I was wrought,
without reason, all pleasures and drives are mere
distractions, illusion presents all before the eye,
simply to renew mankind is for me kind hindrance
I seek to know why before death draws near.