The Wise Man on The Hill

I met a wise man on a hill.
He bade me be silent, he bade me be still.
I sat in silence, deep in thought
and then I told him the answer I sought;
'Wise man, you know our minds and souls,
you know our desires, our failings, our goals.
We could build a paradise, but tell me why,
it is the destiny of all men to die?'

The dusk came down upon the hill.
He bade me be silent, he bade me be still.
He sat in silence, deep in thought
and then he gave me the answer I sought;
'Young man, in your dreams of youth,
asking your questions, yet missing the truth,
if you had eternity on this earth,
would you take the time to find it's worth?'

The wise man left me on the hill.
The night was calm, the night was still.
I sat in silence, deep in thought
and this is the answer I realised I sought.
The tale is old, yet man is young,
his tale the greatest that will ever be sung.
We each have our time to play our part,
which means tomorrow is too late to start.

To Pan, Bragi, and Calliope.