The Tomb of Gilgamesh

I ask that you return me
 The years I did ignore thee
 And with my burden bury
 The weight of guilt I carry
 And lead me to the well of life
 Before my soul departs
 Now I so clearly see how I have murdered me
 And I cannot fake what I tried to make of myself - a God
 Please heal me
 The halls of countless eriudite teeming with the self deified
 Cloaked in snuffy habiliments
 No need to strive for holiness
 When beauty dies she leaves behind the scars of dreams abandoned long ago
 Where myriad wonders once repelled the onslaught of decay
 Now given to the manifold miseries of mortal dismay
 And out of joy is sorrow born the stained white halls are now forlorn
 Wisdom calls from these halls
 Now I so clearly see how I have murdered me and I cannot fake - please heal
 me
 So very wise in their own eyes
 The world's great minds will one day find
 That for life they studied, worked, and pined
 But in wisdom made by man alone that a high IQ with low regard
 Will be dethroned and from heaven barred
 Wisdom calls from these halls
 I ask that you return me
 The years I did ignore thee
 And with my burden bury
 The weight of guilt I carry
 And lead me to the well of life
 Before my soul departs