What is lifetime, oh tumbling dust,
Fleeting vapor, unspoken lust.
If real, where do your feelings go?
Vespers sing, mists appear and flow,
Love resides, resigns, fades to gust

What is real since nothing lasts! Just
Cruel desire, sadness, and lust
Surrounded, wills melt or forgo
What is lifetime.

Instant-infinite, weak, robust,
I love transcending ego’s rust
Past spheres above and time below
Forgotten, its mirrors still show
Imprinted echo, dispersed, vast,
What is lifetime.


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