As you well know it doesn't breathe
in fame nor fiction,
doesn't breed
in frames and friction.

It is on top
of all
elusive
as the flop
we all
chase
before we trip and drop
over our skip and stop
shoelace.

Few will rise and all will fall.
Everyone will find their roof
and bash into their gravestone wall.

There are no answers behind the stone
you meet
only in yourself, when open, grown
the ability to greet
humility.