The Shadow of Mortality (Interlude)


Time is the avenger of ourselves and most of all things.
Even from the point of conception
Death starts, where life begins.

We exist in the shadows of our very own mortality.
Spiritually growing, yet physically fading
As the seconds pass in reality.
A lifetime of emotions and experiences are acquired

Gathered seemingly for nothing, to waste away, and expire.
Perhaps the greatest purpose is to only have lived
Just long enough to contribute then pass it on, to the kids