Fragile

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What fragile creatures are we,

To touch the face of immortality

Is but a dream.

In supple costumes we dance

To the tune of our own romance.

We walk with giants in our boots;

Walking with stilted legs that stretch

Wide the ego we hate to lose.

With a murderous heart and mind

We trade our souls to wash out

The bitter taste of time

Until we can’t taste anymore.

What fragile creatures are we,

To touch the face of immortality

Is but a dream.

What shield do we have but pride

To keep the world outside?

Cradling the broken shell

We fight the ever-biting tide;

Hoping to preserve ourselves.

And so the hourglass grows thin;

Our bones dragging skin.

Sowing the lines of our vanity,

Hoping to taste a little bit more.

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