Eternal is the world, eternal is life,
Death is windless; time feels stagnant.
Life is magic, and love is beautiful;
Hatred turns to anger, and anger to love.
Love breathes life; in hate, we are bound.
Man is strong, weak, and wise,
A paradox of greatness—dangerous yet meek.
Wise yet foolish, proud yet humble,
In chaos, he seeks order; in peace, he stirs trouble.
Eternal is his journey, from birth until death;
He walks with purpose yet forgets to breathe.
Wars of worlds, countries in rage,
Despair, fragile—deep yet shallow.
Man dictates while nature decapitates,
Nature unbound, an endless stream of woe.
Hope is vast; beauty is straight.
May or may not—who are we to dictate?
Crazy is the love that breeds hate,
And anger towards those who cannot dictate.
Man must learn, for humanity forsook,
Those who keep time are great yet meek.
The water flows while time stands still;
When will we learn how great life can be?
