Death exposes us to the emptiness that surrounds
And yet we transcend it all
For all we are is only of a time
A brief snapshot in eternities eye
Infinity a landmark upon the horizon
A prize we may never find
A place only in imagination attainable
For all we are is only of the moment
Yet our little lives transcend it all
Imagining ourselves above and beyond all we truly are.
A head that thinks too much and a body that consumes the same
Our souls beyond even ourselves
A decaying ember that twilight eclipses
A finality always within our hands
Yet all too far for fragile ego to grasp