Final Marker

They say they knew the meaning, but hadn’t got a clue,
The drama had been spinning far sooner than they knew,
Their memory had no beginning and yet they found it true,
They thought they had some path to follow, headed for the new,
The fine idea to something great, chosen for the few,
Their actions fell very short and failed to make the brew,
They continued on in circles, from night to morning dew,
They reached the final marker and groveled to a rue.

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