 |
| Our Beloved Roger . |
We might, or might not endure radical transformation?
Each individual to their own destiny.
Regret for those who are alive but have never lived.
Loneliness, as loved ones proceed us in this final phase.
The ultimate discomfort of what lies ahead.
With all our knowledge, we don’t comprehend.
The physical and verbal avoidance.
Without faith, darkness and fear.
To continue there can be no dwelling upon the future.
The utter impotence of times impartial race.
There is nothing stronger than the circle of life.
With all our knowledge, we don’t comprehend.
We bend and mould to our fate.
It’s a roller-coaster of emotions.
The body declines while the spirit anticipates it’s freedom.
No avoidance, no steering clear.
This time there is no choice, no free will.
With all our knowledge, we don’t comprehend.
It’s the great metamorphosis of life.
Humanity’s minute universal importance.
No matter the billions of tears all shed in vain.
The absolute truth. The one certainty of life.
And yet despite the centuries of death,
With all our knowledge, we still don’t comprehend
Nenhum comentário:
Postar um comentário