Sonnet challenge crndlsm, mostly Holy, cryptcreeper

[CRNDLSM]

Seeking their own purpose, without meaning
to cross paths, kids chase balloons while adults
see history in the fields, careening
carts breeze oblivious to the occult

specter trailing their energy auras.
From dust we are born, to dust we return.
Countless cycles of fauna and flora 
as the magma churns under the sun's burn.

And theres no end, as all disintegrates,
to desire and hunger, senses aflame.
Don't wait too late in life to purge your hate,
rejected by the same dust where you came.

A vicious swipe at a table,  now his
pale frail fingers cant grip the gold chalice.



Mirages of life to glimpse as a ghost;
History hums, but I like now the best.
Each of us living lives no King can boast,
we can't change what's passed, we're cursed if not blessed.

All that remains are fragments of the past,
the crown of man is brittleness and blame.
Now is the time for truth and love to last,
let myths of virtue perish in honest shame.

Rapt in grace’s embrace, seeking solace,
threads of life entwined, forever mending.
A life woven from particles in space,
seeking their own purpose without meaning.

Pale frail fingers cant grip the gold chalice,
the king gazed over his empty palace.