The Last Night of Nocturne

And what is the significance of This?
And why is it that we do This?
For when, heads down, in the rain
We hear the recession of an endless train
And know that the empty tracks will so soon want
The heavy comfort of wheels again
So why is It done?
And why is it completed?
For when, heads down, they leave in the rain
For home and hearth, for pleasure
For work, for life and death
What is it they carry, and what retain?
And what is the reason, the reason we did this?
Your reasons are yours, and mine are mine
If reasons there are, if reasons you find
As for me, into the soaring night it flies
To eternity, upwards in the wet-drenched skies
I know that on the narrow track of the future
No significant answer will be found
And in the echoing caverns of the past
Mere clues, mere trails scratched in hollow ground
So I go, on the curving upward bending street
Beneath a ceaseless, steady rain
Under the beat, of the Heart of the world
And its bittersweet, ephemeral kiss
It was not for then, not even for now
But it might have been for This