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.