Filled with vim and vigor true,
We seek a dragon to subdue.
We pull the stars down from the sky,
Like mythical gods on mountains high.
Filled with the recklessness of youth,
We fail to see the glaring truth.
All of the might we have in our prime,
Will slowly fade away with time.
And when our need for statements loud,
Made with tongues puffed-up and proud,
Have been replaced by mindful ways,
That's when we'll reach our seasoned days.
The wisdom gained from passing time,
Will shed it's light upon our climb.
And finally we''ll acknowledge the worth
Of our youthful triumphs on the earth.
For every earthly thing must end,
And reduce to dust upon the wind.
Even the wind and earth must die,
As will the stars up in the sky.
The value of our mortal deeds,
The harvest of our planted seeds,
Will fade away as time moves on,
Until all memory is forgot and gone.
And as we look through our withered eyes,
On our imaginary prize,
The final piece will fall into place,
The light of truth will shine on our face.
For every ripple on the sea,
Affects the ocean's destiny.
But should that ripple disappear,
Will time recall that it was here?
If time continues marching on
Are ripples ever truly gone?
Will they not shape the cosmic sea,
That flows into infinity?
For ripples on eternal seas,
Aren't bound to finite destinies.
An endless stream will have no end,
The realm that dies is just pretend.
Our withered eyes will one day close,
Our flesh embraced in soft repose.
We'll all become ripples on the sea,
Expanding into eternity.
We seek a dragon to subdue.
We pull the stars down from the sky,
Like mythical gods on mountains high.
Filled with the recklessness of youth,
We fail to see the glaring truth.
All of the might we have in our prime,
Will slowly fade away with time.
And when our need for statements loud,
Made with tongues puffed-up and proud,
Have been replaced by mindful ways,
That's when we'll reach our seasoned days.
The wisdom gained from passing time,
Will shed it's light upon our climb.
And finally we''ll acknowledge the worth
Of our youthful triumphs on the earth.
For every earthly thing must end,
And reduce to dust upon the wind.
Even the wind and earth must die,
As will the stars up in the sky.
The value of our mortal deeds,
The harvest of our planted seeds,
Will fade away as time moves on,
Until all memory is forgot and gone.
And as we look through our withered eyes,
On our imaginary prize,
The final piece will fall into place,
The light of truth will shine on our face.
For every ripple on the sea,
Affects the ocean's destiny.
But should that ripple disappear,
Will time recall that it was here?
If time continues marching on
Are ripples ever truly gone?
Will they not shape the cosmic sea,
That flows into infinity?
For ripples on eternal seas,
Aren't bound to finite destinies.
An endless stream will have no end,
The realm that dies is just pretend.
Our withered eyes will one day close,
Our flesh embraced in soft repose.
We'll all become ripples on the sea,
Expanding into eternity.
kool:7