Opinion Is A Fitting Thing

To Possess Is Past The Instant; We Achieve The Joy, Immortality Contented, Were Anomaly.

To Venerate The Simple Days Which Lead The Seasons By, Needs But To Remember That From You Or I They May Take The Trifle Termed Mortality!

The Spirit Lurks Within The Flesh Like Tides Within The Sea That Make The Water Live, Estranged What Would The Either Be?

I Wonder If It Hurts To Live, And If They Have To Try, And Whether, Could They Choose Between, They Would Not Rather Die.

Nothing Is The Force That Renovates The World.