Three transitory states that we should be:
to exist, to enjoy life, to live (and die) free.
No matter how many rainbows you see;
If viewed through bars then you can’t be.
Each person endures a gamut of ranges.
In all phases of life we undergo changes.
The stream of existence ebbs and flows.
It chooses for us the best pace it knows.
By variable cadence of fate’s random whim
It gallops and trots but always ends grim.