Beyond the brink of failure’s shattered light
Awaits a paradox, a void of peace
Where hopes to see your ego’s worth increase
Bow out with grace, and lightly reek of spite.
A symphony can hardly carry on
As the esteemed conductor writhes in pain
And exultation for the notes contained
In songs he’ll never learn, his chance forgone.
Without a broken stanza to repair
Time flows forever floating just above.
Its silver eyes to peel life with its stare
And find us rotten to the core with love.
The bottom of it all can offer rest
If you suppose that you’re the honored guest.
