Everything lasts, but only for a while.

AN ODE

Laced is life’s wine with the drug of fear
Every sip is sweet as it is bitter
Inebriated we trudge along
Crying anon and then lilting a song
Though broke back and spent
We never tire of pretence
Appearances and honor to keep
Our souls we barter indeed
Desires and cravings abrim every pore
Hails the misconception of yore
Fulfilled desires to happiness lead
But in desire’s hearth smolders sorrow’s reed!
So sorrow is by fear sired
For that one desire is not aspired
If only aspirations were in the right
There would be no need for this to write
But all life is an ode to fear
Though life itself is a looming fear.