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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