we are nothing but corporeal beings
tangible, earthly, and most of all, perishable

we are passengers riding in our own trains
in a seemingly perpetual motion
but we are doomed by our expiry
which could already be looming in the distance

it might already be standing by the door
ready to bury us beneath our tombstones

we get reminded by our impermanence
only when death himself shows at our doors

when we are already beneath our tombstones
emblazoned with our own epitaphs
we fade into dust, and become one with oblivion

but all is not lost, you can still see me looming there
in the blooming flower fields, in the open skies
out in the ocean, the wilderness

i fly with the birds, flow with the breeze
and swim with the fishes beneath the sea

in all your searching, you won't find me
but i am here, now one with the earth