Permanence

Man and Woman Contemplating The Moon by Caspar David Friedrich

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The things we hold so dear,

Have in reality no permanence.

Nothing is clean and clear,

And nothing makes a difference.

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The moon and its pale beauty,

Is but a stark comparison of the night.

Alike a rose deemed pretty,

After the destruction of a cruel blight.

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All things die slowly in time,

And our toils are but wasted effort.

Like the endless stairs we climb,

It is meaningless and without comfort.

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In our mortal lifes we obtain,

Seemingly unlimited possibilities.

And in our deaths we bargain,

Our souls to the fates and destinies.

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What then is our life’s story,

But a long defeat and fruitless battle?

For we can’t see all eternity,

With these eyes so dim and so mortal.

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Hence the song that drives us,

Is nothing but our passion and will.

Maybe it is a hidden curse,

a blessing and a dagger that kills.

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With pride we call, in hope and in vanity,

Yet live we shall, till we lose our sanity.

~ ESZ, James

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