Cypress of Melancholy
Cypress of Melancholy
In forlorn cypress a man is laid
In repose , he looks into vacuum
Tears of commemoration rolling down the cheeks of mourners
In their hearts, imprecating the Grim Reaper or Shinigami
In their hearts, imprecating the belly of the Terra Firma
Where images of the King of Cosmos lie
These are the ozymandiases and the talakawas
Indeed, all humans, whether affluent and legendary, poor and wretched are temporal denizens in sojourns
Peregrinating an unknown land
An expedition that is placeless and oblivious to the ebb and flow of time
And after all the diligence, our end, so melancholy!
Indeed, life in this world is like a whitewashed grave,
Outwardly, it appears beautiful
But inwardly, full of gore and bones
Man, remember the spirit who shaped you into a figure while you are evincing strength and health
For we are not the owners of our own lives
Nor the architect of time.