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The Stigma Of An AgeAs one we will embrace the duskOf times we all lament For every aspiration lost And every fortune spent Such hellish thoughts relinquished In the nightmares heaven sent Reflecting on the obsolescent Moments that we gauge Embody what is life Is just the stigma of an age A monkey is the king Of every kingdom in a cage Exquisite is the maya That pervades in every way As life, the subtle prelude To a posthumous display Embraces like a lover, as a thief It walks away As babes we thread dimensions Of an aged infinity From a past bereft of vision To the darkness do we flee The monkey may be caged but tell me Which of us is free? |