Myths and stories seem
The only means that explain yet enable
This madness
This resolute conformity to it

If only the writers knew
The havoc their works would wreck
Would they have shunned their craft?
Or pledged to never stray with words?

Vain strivings
Reason to wonder to myth
Is a journey of elaborate embellishments
And would affect humble beginnings alike

Nobody wants to die for reason
It is not a glorious death