This is a spin off to human mortals' constant quest for immortality, and its downsides. |
Us mortals dream of life, Eternal existence in one breath. While you ancient immortals Sit and daydream about death. Etched in time, eternally still No deadlines for you to meet. But are those of us who count the years To be considered beneath? Days are more precious When they’re higher in demand. Memories more treasured If they can be counted on one hand. Everything is lovelier, Bathed with light, seeming to glow When your heart beats are numbered And you continue to grow. But you sit on the bank of time Untouched, watching its river flow away. You long to be swept back into current But immortality stands in the way. The days stretch out like years, The world long since explored. Color slowly drains out of life Which is no longer its own reward. What’s the point of smelling the roses When they’ll smell just as sweet the next day? If after speaking for a million years What else is there left to say? Nothing is urgent Nothing is pressed When you don’t have to embrace The waiting arms of death. You’re trapped, weighed down, By the thing that sets you free. You’re the master of time Yet it has you on one knee. So as a curious lowly mortal I can’t but ask once more. When you live forever… Exactly what do you live for? |