We live, the world with us

Come and go, like the tide

Solitariness in dying

Awareness in being

The engine of life culls

Without anyone knowing

Our breath dies away

The flight of existence

Ends in the clouds

Where air fades away

Where pressure as an infarct

Blurs the soul

Where we’re noneternal

And the senses run dry

Like fume withers in air

So mellow and vacuous

Thinking, as Patience’s process

The wings for shelter

Puissance of winds

Who carries us, lets us fall

‘Cause we sense urge to

Experience ourselves

To be part of completion

The infinity

As inception

And we the meaning

The aspiration

And creatures can feel

Human’s, who dies humanely

Thus our mind pours in death

And far we even be

From verity

But mourning’s a human one

And only we feel harm

Aeon keeps a word

‘cause dread is a feeling

Meaning life

Use in useful life

It is forever in my mind

Meaning life

Use in useful life

Is forever the presence

Fruition means floating

Since beyond means quietus

As long as no one sees

Eyes only fill a hole

As we finally mean Nothing to the world

And only we feel harm

Aeon keeps a word

‘cause dread is a feeling

Meaning life

Use in useful life

It is forever in my mind