The legend

We’re born, live and die on no-man’s land

The game and the trend we must understand:

On God’s grace and others’ mood we depend

At all cost, our existence we must defend

The endless suffering we ought to withstand

We tend to expand the joy, without demand

We try to blend and befriend, not to offend

To be strong and stand in this wonderland

Intend to comprehend, mend and ascend

Not to bend or pretend, not to impend.

Our time here we spend and will suspend

The being itself, as we get overhand.

Don’t misunderstand, be lenient, and

See: as much as I fear it, I wait for the end.