To the Giant Colossus
What's life but a bauble? In its many facets we dawdle, The destination in my mind a giant colossus, Till we reach there, appearing to ourselves inconspicuous But each day, an improved version of the previous. Our ethos and opportunities shaping us. What exactly is this us, I ask? Flesh and bones over which we wear a mask Seeking to build an eternal empire But just like that, we expire. Who is me, or you, or anyone else I know? A person? But that is someone who will one day go. A myth, perhaps, I can hope so. For people go, the myth stays In the limelight, and very obvious Creating the ethos, the previous To take the next myth to the giant colossus, But till he reaches there, he remains inconspicuous.
