a complex purpose

not one who asks will ever stop to think
the reason why we have to make the trip
nor why we move at a quite rapid clip
not every record has been kept in ink
we cannot pause to eat neither to drink
the fabric of the known will stretch and rip
we've got to reach the end with all our zip
the other choice would have us in the clink
speed hides from us the need for skill and tact
to make our journey safe and foothold sure
so we don't fall and crash in our great haste
we're always bound by the prevailing fact
to know our hearts and minds are never pure
and in the end all may be judged a waste