Dwindling, spiraling, running out
Life is naught but a mayfly
No time but now
Yesterday, the only guarantee
But for a mayfly, there is no yesterday
And tomorrow is already out of the question
Yesterday and tomorrow
Mean nothing to the mayfly
And so we live today
Hummmmm
Goes the heart of the mayfly
Beating tirelessly, loving endlessly
Each indiscernible thump
Exuding the rich melody of life
Until it stops
And we return to dust
But oh! How passionately our hearts did beat!
Intoxicated by the pure joy of being
How could we be wrenched away
From the moments we shared
The moments we called trivial and routine that
We now romanticize
The mayfly lives for five minutes
The mayfly lives for the moment
The man lives for 79 years
The man lives for tomorrow
Until there are no more tomorrows
Until the cumulation of every unfulfilled dreams and desire
Come crashing down like a great wave and
We return to the dust
The mayfly has no tomorrow
The man needs not tomorrow
Dwindling, spiraling, running out
Life is naught but a mayfly
Jul 27, 2020
Jul 27, 2020 at 11:59 PM UTC
Dwindling, spiraling, running out
Life is naught but a mayfly
No time but now
Yesterday, the only guarantee
But for a mayfly, there is no yesterday
And tomorrow is already out of the question
Yesterday and tomorrow
Mean nothing to the mayfly
And so we live today
Hummmmm
Goes the heart of the mayfly
Beating tirelessly, loving endlessly
Each indiscernible thump
Exuding the rich melody of life
Until it stops
And we return to dust
But oh! How passionately our hearts did beat!
Intoxicated by the pure joy of being
How could we be wrenched away
From the moments we shared
The moments we called trivial and routine that
We now romanticize
The mayfly lives for five minutes
The mayfly lives for the moment
The man lives for 79 years
The man lives for tomorrow
Until there are no more tomorrows
Until the cumulation of every unfulfilled dreams and desire
Come crashing down like a great wave and
We return to the dust
The mayfly has no tomorrow
The man needs not tomorrow
Dwindling, spiraling, running out
Life is naught but a mayfly