Life is one reason I’m living on
Life’s that same reason
I play the flute of an ephemeral breathe.
I greet the hands of death
In the caves of life.
You’re a royal diadem
On the crown of Cyclops.
You’re a flaming sword
In the hands of the hapless dare.
You’re a cremated corpse
In the heart of the living,
A breathing ghost
In the minds of beings.
You pay the bills of the living
By depositing them in the sepulchre.
You clear the debt of the dead
By leaving those alive
With wild guesses about life after death.
The dead is not conscious of their world,
And the living is not aware of their existence.
Our birth fills the cup,
Our existence drinks it up
And at the end of days,
“Life is short” is what we say.
Ek Tiger inked Fleeting Breathe