When does one dwindle?
Once when his heart stops the race of life?
Once when his organs forsake to-do their work?
Once when his senses stop perceiving danger?
Once when his blood vessels rupture?
Once when his iris lies lifelessly
Once when his blood stops gushing around the body?
Once when his brain takes a pause from all allure thoughts?
Or already when his morality withered?
We mortals deem ourselves immortals.
Forgetful of what existence means, we give our lives pursuing the nuance of it.
Life is a journey from creation to death,
Never a destination to attain.
