In and of itself, in the simplest terms,
Life is but a shelf on which we take turns,
How we have rusted away and faded,
Vessel not trusted with its mind jaded,
Escape while you can, fly, oh fly young fool!
Years of your lifespan flee before you, cruel…
Once you realize it is far too late
Under the disguise lies the true template.
I have one but let yourself have yours.