Of what will come

Wonder of Ages, dare my eyes deceive?
Is it truly possible that I, in my hands,
Hold the one last unknown thing in life?
So many years of hard work, and finally,
The human race has discovered all there is to know.
There is no longer any point to asking, “What if?”,
Or “I wonder…” for simply,
There is nothing left to wonder about,
Nothing to learn at all.
A country distraught with restlessness,
We have nothing to learn,
Therefore what do we do?
For no man wakes in the morning and says,
“I believe I shall do something in which,
There is no outcome I cannot anticipate,
There is nothing I can do wrong,
And only the known can happen.”
Where is the life in that?
Tediousness is only the beginning of the end.
Slowly before my eyes I watch as everyone fade,
As they die from exhaustion
From trying to pretend they don’t know everything.
As they quietly fade into the darkness,
Like everything we once wondered about did.
We all fade into obscurity,
Into the dated history,
Only to be pushed away even in the past,
By others who have faded behind us.
Before me I find I am the last of everything,
The last of everyone,
And slowly, even I myself fade away.
Before I disappear I manage to utter a last bit of wisdom,
To be passed along time to generations before us,
“Leave some things to the unknown,
And never question that which causes life,
For it can only end in obscurity”