You are born to die,
in this, there’s nothing to deny.
Your life is too fleeting and filling
to ever wait for fortunes yet to be changing.
Your scope of vision be too small
to see the minutiae masquerading around
and you’ll rise and fall
well before you’re returned to the ground.
You cannot spend your days chasing the calls
of greatness and glory found in great halls.
You can’t be grand if glory wasn’t your destiny,
or force your hand on another’s journey.
Let you be you, and history be the judge
of joys and sorrows we ought to begrudge.
Narrow your vision, fill yourself with purpose
and let the world decide what is worse.
For far longer after your passing,
will your feats really be getting them talking?
Does your glory really make you that greater
in the scope of the world’s wider matters?
Nations crumble, institutions bound to fall
and their wake leaves little but rubble.
In the impermanence of it all,
how would you choose to stand tall?
Would you choose to chase elusive glory,
the gluttenous, yet ugly seed of memory?
Or would you strive in honesty to be the better being
and let others praise the inner greatness you bring?
It is not our place to pick and choose
the kind of life we’re still fated to loose.
Yet, to let ourselves live small and well
is to lead others to the model tale we still tell.