THE MASTERS OF BORROWED PERMANENCE
Put a block here, put a brick there.
Permanent structures we build.
Sleep less, eat less, live less,
Dreaming of the final day
When we’ll have it all.
Masters of borrowed permanence.
Not pausing to smell the dewy air,
Refusing to look at the dreamy stars.
We say we’ve got it all.
There is a block, a brick.
We pat our backs, we have done it.
Look for more.
More world, more shine, more glitter.
Your time is up.
There’s nothing to take along
O masters of borrowed permanence.
Block is here, brick is here
And gold continues to shine.
Shine for ages after.
Purposed to live on,
We can’t compare.
Lie awake, look at the block, the brick.
The things we see have more life.
Your purpose have only today.
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