The Stigma of an Age - Chalice

As one we will embrace the dusk

Of times we all lament

For every aspiration lost

And every fortune spent

Such hellish thoughts relinquished

In the nightmares heaven sent

Reflecting on the obsolescent

Moments that we gauge

Embody what is life

Is just the stigma of an age

A monkey is the king

Of every kingdom in a cage

Exquisite is the maya

That pervades in every way

As life, the subtle prelude

To a posthumous display

Embraces like a lover, as a thief

It walks away

As babes we thread dimensions

Of an aged infinity

From a past bereft of vision

To the darkness do we flee

The monkey may be caged but tell me

Which of us is free?