doves are in yonder flight; ante bellum,
the good often die young; we keep vigil.
life can never escape death; memento mori.
even the highest peaks despair; the skies higher still.
the world is not ours to inherit; dust off our feet.
there is nothing to be mourned, fait accompli.
but even as the river flows, unstoppable,
we walk against the clock, contra mundum.
Conceived because I was fascinated by some Latin / French words.
Christians may notice some gospel-inspired lines. Hehe.
ante bellum = before the war
memento mori = remember everyone dies
fait accompli = what has been done cannot be changed
contra mundum = against the world
day after day after day,
just as long as i get by.
must i live my life this way,
until the day that i die?
here rests the thief of time.
he sought every single dollar and dime;
perennially procrastinating and delaying,
perpetually doing some other thing.
‘i’ve still got time!’ he always thinks,
unaware of all chrono-spacial links.
‘i won’t need forty minutes to get there;
half that time i can spend elsewhere!’
one thing led to another;
the dominoes toppled down further.
overestimating becomes habit thereafter;
whilst misjudging value becomes character.
‘ah i needed forty minutes after all;
hey why isn’t anyone else at the hall?‘
watch the clock let out a ring;
the butterfly effect is in full swing.
tomorrow, tomorrow and tomorrow;
it’s the oft-trodden path of sorrow.
don’t bite the bait;
time does not wait.
here rests the thief of time,
his whole life a mere pantomime.
the glaring regret on his epitaph:
‘i wish i walked down a different path.’