Who would have thought that this fiery furnace,
burning higher and higher,
with heat unresolving,
would later become ashes?
Who would have thought that this rush of adrenaline,
driving to the peak,
pushing to do more,
Who would have known that those piercing eyes,
looking into souls,
burning into the thickest skins,
would now go blind?
Who knew that this strength,
overcoming all hurdles,
bringing even the mightiest to their knees,
would become weakness?
Who would have thought that this dashing beauty,
would fade away?
That the furnace shall die,
That the sugar rush would dwindle,
That the eyes will see no more,
That strength would become weakness,
That beauty would fade away.
But we shall now know,
nothing, not one thing,
You should actually win a noble prize for this. No caps