Alexandria

Thousands of scrolls,
Billions of human's souls.
The knowledge of the world 
Condensed in words,
Reduced to dust!

We all are
Stories that will never be compiled,
That live confined 
To our minds.
All of the wisdom we cared about
Will die out.

All sages ended up walking away,
They did not live to see
Their work's decay.
Transcendence died! 

We all are
Stories that will never be compiled,
That live confined 
To our minds.
All of the wisdom we cared about
Will die out.
Yet we don't give in
Trying to get what will never be, 
Reviving our languishing dreams,
Praying for them not to be wiped out
While we wear out.

Meanings that had survived
The tides of time
And names that lived through them 
Could not prevail,
Engulfed in flames!