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