I see not the anguish of this thing called “death.”
But of life reborn from the ashes;
Cleansed by eternity;
Drawing a new breath….
I know not of the pain and fire:
The song of the liar who struck the match….
Deny not this Truth:
Life is only cruel
To those who wish to rule
Over something that cannot be grasped;
That tick … tick … ticks away …
Through our frantic fingers.
Generation after generation
The cycle of pain endures.
Why do we fret over time?
How long can you hold water in a sieve?
I shall not fight a losing battle.
Battle for life? Hah!
Who is the victor?
When loss is a mirage born from ego,
Spurred by fear;
Goaded by greed …
Therefore, if there is no victor,
There must be no battle.
There are no spoils of war; no rewards for extra days.
So why do we fight for this thing called Time?
Triumph is only won in acceptance:
There is no such thing.
There is nothing to win.
Breathe … every illusory second.
— Illusions in time — Erik S. Lehman