Such are the thoughts, of the wise
everyone lives, and then dies
few are those, who can truely say
they did far more, than survive
Retrospect, just an illusion
remembering fondly, the past
personal, is the delusion
that fate, decided, the cast
The sum of, all those choices
a tower, built out of stone
pinnacle, high, as high can go
built by the mason, alone
Apr 12, 2025
Apr 12, 2025 at 8:58 AM UTC
Such are the thoughts, of the wise
everyone lives, and then dies
few are those, who can truely say
they did far more, than survive
Retrospect, just an illusion
remembering fondly, the past
personal, is the delusion
that fate, decided, the cast
The sum of, all those choices
a tower, built out of stone
pinnacle, high, as high can go
built by the mason, alone
Everything, that I've done
Every decsion that I've made
as boulders at the foundation
from the cradle, unto the grave
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