Frailty, brevity and uncertainty
Such is a man's lot;
Here today, nowhere tomorrow
Man is but a candle in the wind
Living as perpetual slave to time,
Crippled by the fear of the unknown,
Tottering like a drunk on the streets,
Man is but a candle on the wind
A candle in the wind,
A hazy glow that pointlessly contends
With the gust of a tornado;
A struggle forever doomed to futility.
RIP, Chadwick Aaron Boseman, AKA "Black Panther"