01-23-2013, 04:59 AM
Do we hope to lose our simple desire?
That life clearly laid out in the womb
Dry souls are best to stoke times fire
Yet none are present in a layman's tomb
Flames we tend for a distant world to see
Dark winds whisper so they worry us not
A beaten spirit knows death's luxury
The end is written so ignite the plot
But I yearn to leave a footprint somehow
Blessed are those who could not care less
Act worthy on the day you take a bow
Still, ones who try normally make a mess
The grave still calls with it a prophecy
Humble it is not, teach it modesty
That life clearly laid out in the womb
Dry souls are best to stoke times fire
Yet none are present in a layman's tomb
Flames we tend for a distant world to see
Dark winds whisper so they worry us not
A beaten spirit knows death's luxury
The end is written so ignite the plot
But I yearn to leave a footprint somehow
Blessed are those who could not care less
Act worthy on the day you take a bow
Still, ones who try normally make a mess
The grave still calls with it a prophecy
Humble it is not, teach it modesty
"Life is a dream for the wise, a game for the fool, a comedy for the rich, a tragedy for the poor."-Sholom Aleichem