Many years in this world,
And I am not yet immortal.
Wandering through,
A thousand lives,
of sun-kissed lands,
Deep dark rivers,
Of opaque glass,
Tall grass so green,
it hurts your eyes.
Borderlands, flatlands,
where dust devils thrive.
Tasted time, sipped on wine,
still not immortal.
Loved cooks, changed looks,  
inserted myself into history books.
(at least I tried)
Now here I am yet still alive,
Head in the clouds,
to view my skies,
Nope,
Still not immortal.