• What more is there for a man to give,
    Other than those he has already given..?
    What more reason would he need to leave,
    Once every flaw in life and chance is proven..?

    When we are but iron puppets on tangled chains,
    Kept up only by our sheer desires to float on water...
    Why do we remain open to choose between boons and banes,
    If our existence is plagued only by storms of the latter..?

    But, as an hourglass never runs out of sand,
    For it has no hole for which the sand may flee...
    It personifies the reality that time and life demands,
    which is the omnipotent state of utter indefinity...

    So may it be make or break or do or die,
    The questions remain as they once were...
    The truth is like water, free to flow, free to dry,
    Yet, nonetheless, a surreal courier...