When We Take a Bow From Earth

When we take a bow from this earth, the name and life we make here, our legacies and treasures, do not exit the stage with us. both the rich and the poor, the respected and puissant will one day hear, the infamous buzz of the fly, where our spirits are summoned remains solidified in mystery, no one can descry, it's a call we must answer. all our fights, all our struggles, never takes that bow with us. the mysteriousness of life. our time and years scheming, exerting our energies into existence, our traverse and ordeals, will one day turn to tales. a little while, we'd be mourned, a little while we'd be remembered, a little while it'd be the new reality, and a little while we'd be like slick stories soon forgotten, when we take a bow from earth. .