- To be read loud and slow.

Act 1, Scene 24.

Maybe we will never quite grasp the idea,
that infinite sunsets go unnoticed everyday,
betiding uncharted planets and their moons,
and staining parts of a sky, far far away;

Maybe we will never fully fathom the truth,
of long days but swift years, of dies cast
by intent and not chance, of a lover's logic
and merit, of green grass from times past.

And maybe, we will never really know for sure
if 'they' would do unto us any good, whether
time'd stop had we kissed, if the other job
was better, do we cut loose or stick together.

But, that's ok.

Without the unexplored, unknown, uncertain,
we'd be a sack of mechanical brains and hearts,
where outcomes are picked from look-up tables,
and our journey ends as soon as it starts.

And yet, refusing to proceed for fear of failure,
cannot be excused - we're alive, we're here!
We must move (lest be buried by sands of time),
stoking the urge to attempt and endeavour.

Chase each hiccup as an adventure and fail
magnificently - but not from lack of trying!
Greet each day with the thrill of an explorer:
seeking magical tales and dragons flying!
Here's our one chance to truly live - just don't
let this life turn into an elaborate act of dying.

-Mihir, @MereWords.