another one for a long hackneyed topic

you know how it goes,
the way the world revolves,
i am simply the tongue
to the oldest name,
a versifier
for its newer clothes,
weaving inexpertly,
calling each tapestry a masterpiece,
but knowing otherwise,

but you know how it goes,
i am not alone,
in this quest for semblance of meaning,
i shall go on,
calling clouds names,
placing meanings where none exist,
in this oldest venture in the universe,

and someday,
i shall stumble upon the final vein
of gold,
and walk away with the prize
of a soul to match my own.