With frenetic dance with age time speeds,
The question begs where all this leads,
If immortality is what together we seek,
To the stern face of life we can't be meek.
With imagination in the sky we can fly,
But we each know that this would be a lie,
For the only way for us to walk on water,
Is for us first to be lambs to the slaughter.
We can live forever with what we create,
In search for beauty not always found innate,
Hidden in the shadows is the greatest art,
So into life follow your compassionate heart.
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