Hold on to everything, like it will all fly away.
Your pride, your truth, and all honesty ways.
Your speech, your logic, your poise and esteem,
But body and mind will still leave with the dream.
Oh poor man! Oh begger! Oh all righteous one!
Time ticks for us all and fate will ensue,
Oh hater of filth and lover of sun.
True things won’t transcend, but how about you.
– Q, 7/29/21