A life, marred by fear
Tainted by the poison of conformity
And subdued by authority
Is the life most mourned
Because when the strings of the Fates cleave at last
And leave nothing but shadow
Not only will the loss of body be grieved
But the loss of mind, previously swimming with unheard thoughts
And the idea that in the grand scheme of things
Only God's veins course with ichor
And ours simply run thick with blood
Found in any other body on this earth
And to lead a life like that of another and to lose
Is to simply fade into the plethora of corpses
Lying silently beneath our feet
Never to whisper their lessons learned from hindsight to the living
For they have failed to "seize the day"
And instead, the day has seized them.