Stone Charade

Staring through
The looking glass
Of eternity
Some things aren't
Meant for questioning
While others simply
Rot & decay
What did our ancestors
Gaze upon
When they
Gazed upon
Each other
Was it
Vanity
Was it
Enlightenment
Divide
Divide
We needn't
Feel obligated
Like an
Emotionless stone
Stare at pain
Live
Under rain
We cannot
Cease to decay
Therefore
We must
Continue
This grand
Grand
Charade