It goes on

The sun stops for no one
its all just the blink of an eye
Today I am tomorrow I'm not
We look at our lives like the face of a clock
what is life? But a waste
What is death? But a dream
if today was the end would you contend to me that your life had a meaning
a purpose
A prize?
I would disagree for the rich informalities of man kind, let us make God in our own image
This unreachable star an unteachable life
If we don't learn from the mistakes of the past are we doomed to repeat them?
Or will we make all new mistakes, or just mistakes we think are new because we didn't look at the examples before us?
Out hubris should floor us.
we build monuments to the accomplishments of man
But forget where we started
In time nome of us will be remembered like the last of a burning ember.
Frivolous is the life of man for the time is short like a spark from a fire
gone in the blink of an eye
so why do we try?
What is the motivation that makes humanity race?
Fear.
Fear of tomorrow of what's around the corner, fear of failure, fear of success, fear of anything and everything
Agoraphobia, arachnophobia, necrophobia, chronophobia, zoophobia, hydrophobia, technophobia, xylophobia
fear its self drives us.
The one fear that all humanity shares...
Fear of a wasted life

The sun stops for no one