Classic Poem

Originally being meant
In us no sense of us.
No guiding sense meant
Minds ruled by hearts,
Those brash foreminds
Minds questioning and answered:
" This way, death following."

Hearts faded, minds knew,
Death led from chaos
Into sense of us,
And no remembrance
Save death behind.

If now seems little known
Of joys of origin,
It is that there were none.