Humanity is in constant change,
from barren to full,
Then simply ... vacated again.
Why would a new cell emerge
unless it is to replace
the vanished cell,
And; where does that "dead" cell go?
Where; did the new one come from?
The whirlwind of the mind
never still, always escalating.......
to rainbow castles in the sky
that reject foundations,
Ambitions swell into ideal aspirations
perhaps to spurn authenticity?
The March of Eyes ... in dreamt up lives,
illusions or reality.....who can enlighten?
Buddy can you spare a time.
But; come what may.... metamorphosis will occur,
Then; If you can say,
at the end of this mortal role,
Every second was a sheer delight,
Your purpose discharged,
Your talents all used up,
Then; my friend,
You truly did win..... The game of life.
