Dragged through mud, white becomes black Sifting through the filth of life Moments are hours, thoughts are years Time stands still in pain, and no tongue to taste joy
The wheel of the living spins New creations jump off its spokes Souls seek comfort in familiar places
The noise of life is deafening Reality breaks free of mindfulness Moments disappear, reactions occur The old man is left with the absence of nostalgia of his long life
The herd chases happiness, and think it noble Its pursuit plunders well-built roads Deserving of Nothingness is no burden at all Soaring above the Riffraff to no avail