Peace is My Purpose

Is it not true, life’s our grandest affair?

Upon death our parade reaches its end.

A fresh corpse creeps into its resting lair.

Nourishing verdure, so as to transcend.

I know not how I will feel, if I may.

If my wretch’d soul shall oscillate with mirth.

I don’t forlorn the passing of each day.

My soma recoils deep into the earth.

The charade now done, peace is my purpose,

Condemned to meditate without a mind.

A bygone era shatters the surface,

Dissipating clouds, the life I've resigned.

Made to perish, quick to create again.

I’ve failed to covet time, the rarest gem.