Life is but a fleeting moment
A brief candle flame in the passage of time.
Some flames burn bright with great portent
Others longer and more sublime.

Still life is but a small thing
Not an item to make great impact.
If this be so then why sing
the praises of living, an act
so trivial yet all there is?
Me thinks something is amiss.

Man's pretentious self sports ego
and immortality based on long ago
realizations that life is brief.
A non acceptance cried relief.
Thus was invented a creed of surreality
denying all else for immortality.

This belief placed man above all else
saying our flame just goes to another place.
Paradise, where else?
A world of ethereal space.