Wednesday, August 6, 2025

To Reach the Pinnacle, One Must Become Dust

My life has never been over, born in spirit, made in flesh
I live knowing, flesh is weak, dying by minute after birth
Freewill guides my path, but I'm limited by every breath
If soon, by context of eternity, time reveals it is the curse
Exist with great existential question, I have few answers
My flesh dies, my spirit fades, until I'm able to transcend
Doom comes, my temporal experience ends, not existence
Seek to know if life is to learn, or to Earth we are cancer
Standing before the host, nothing to lose, eternity to gain
I am here, cloak of flesh surrounding my spirit, revealed
Upon a celestial plane, one I could never earn, I'll remain