*My quest*
The wind is rocking through my ears
And I think about all those years
I tried to make them see
but they wouldn't listen to me

While I look over a sheer endless plain
I realize my efforts are in vain,
I will never be able to finish my quest
I will never be able to save the rest

They make fun of me, always
But they're trapped in a maze
And they don't know
How to avoid the final show

So they've given up on hope
because they just can't cope
with the knowledge of the end
and death's sweet scent

Wow, that's an old poem, I actually used rhyme here :P
don't really like it... :P