~so Many Questions~ Poem by Ed. Nigma

I hacked my way through day and night
Slept all day and worked all night
None the less a futile plight
I am here and once again so is the night

A flight of fancy so it could be told
I am not young yet I feel oh so old
A perilless fight is as is told
To be distraught and yet so bold

I sought the earth for what's unseen
The kind, the meek, the sense and greed
Yet never have I ever looked upon
The way she moved until she's gone

For what I've spoke I will unfold
With time the load will sure explode
Expand with the things that's said
There's surely no place I can rest my head