Time leaves a scar Memories of a passing mortality Skins wrinkle, senses fade We disappear into nothingness
Sentience is but a curse Life is but a dream This reality is all we have So realities we have to make.
A step forward A hesitant move Time presses on Invisible but for its presence.
We strive Only to survive Yet in that simple act We ensure immortality.
Some win immortality through words Some win immortality through deeds Some are proof of immortality Fruits of a mixed gene.
Time leaves a scar Traces of a fragile immortality Our actions shape everything A butterfly may cause a storm.