Ho, Eoh!
Of tall grasses and soft meadows,
Extended lengths of horizon, green and golden.
Caged inside a fence of posts and wires,
Never be touched by the world outside.
Lie souls with lives they never led.
Blind to the unforeseeable tomorrows,
Roughly etched in the eyes lit up by luminous rays,
A beautiful disaster, some may say.
Living in the moment, an attempt to abandon thoughts,
Polar opposite stains with identical fates,
All will be gone; all will be forgotten.
Fragments of dust will wither as the sun rushes to sleep.
