I place these thoughts word by word.
In an expression that can only be explained line after line.
It's as shallow as pen on paper.
Though it resonates from deep within the soul where depths can't define.
Like vapor, so are many things pertaining to life.
We hold on to the vain things and reality is discarded like shafts.
In the pursuit of truth obstructed by the limitation of time.
Weep for the living because the dead knows the truth we seek.