Smile in its face, as time cuts by,
For he alone is not a traveller, you are too.
Rush with it, or against, it will still fly
For he who stays nerved and true, will sail through.
A race of a kind, a journey appreciably divine,
But the end is always a known truth to all.
No matter how much you earn or steal,
No matter how you stash, you are certain to fall.
Fighting for something obscure, all run the tested lanes,
Only to search a joy, a peace, in which they believe.
But if peace is what you seek, and not only gains, what better than death can you achieve?