Fleeting Beauty Of Now
© Surazeus
2025 07 03

Since nothing is predetermined in life
we live for the fleeting beauty of now
by soaking in this moment with respect
for all the complex interactive scenes
that spiral swirls of molecules through fate
providing framework of fortune to act.

Each person plays the lead in their own life
even if they are some side character
in the grand drama of social control
that forces us to stay in our own lane
though we try to kick the ball in our goal
with ambition to win the laurel crown.

I refuse to stay in my assigned place
defined by faceless people who wield power
in vain attempt to force us to bow low
when people who steal with deceptive tricks
declare themselves the social upper class
and step on other people to rise high.

Through savage competitions to gain wealth
we fight each other in obsessive games
by joining groups with common goal of hope
lead by the charismatic seer of truth
whose insight helps us all survive to live
and fight to control chessboard of the world.

Attempting to survive and thrive with faith,
alone with strength of will to overcome,
we face the fierce indifferent storm of fear
that nature throws at us without concern
so we apply code of wisdom through strength
to live another day in game of life.

We wake each dawn in haven room of dreams
then run through woods along the river shore
in competition to gather more food
by fighting with opponents to the death
so we return with baskets full of wealth
through gates of heaven to the feasting hall.

As each new generation grows up well
we play relentless game of life and death
to find our mate in weird romantic play
so we generate life before we die
by organizing vast empires of farms
where our children succeed better than us.

Yet in the end of every game for power
in competitions to gain wealth and fame
we all wither with age and fall in death
so all we create vanishes in wind
except the children who spring from our hearts
and play their own new game of life and death.

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Orpheus competes in the music competition where he plays lyre of Mercury and sings mind-enchanting spell about the game of life, then Apollo crowns him winner with the laurel crown.

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