Who creates the substance?
Life probably has not offered him the chance.
This man is everything but palpable; a mystery,
Lost in a world of forestry and fantasy.
His idea rages on,
The thought of one day reaching a hopeless feat.
Element by element he will wonder,
So intense the concentration that he is not disturbed by thunder.
The error of his past,
Will assemble a future that'll last.
Alas, he prevails, not yet,
For YOU and I have never met.