כי אם אני לא אכתוב מי יכתוב?

Feats of immense caliber and complexity effect such little change

Often only briefly, a whisper to defy the silence and quickly the mute reclaims the throne and his word is law once again. 

Greater men than myself wove their words into the fabric of human idea and thought

All little more than rotting carcasses in the making

Fearing their own demise, desperate to make an impression and leave their mark upon the enduring earth

But stains are hardly noticeable in the company of so many others, and whoever happened to spill them is of no importance to the beholder.

They endeavored in vain

Genius and folly possess equal merit to the worm making it's way through dead skin and flesh

Better to find pleasure in the beauty of a glistening rain captured by a cobweb than attempt to defeat your own inevitable mortality. Simpler at least. No... Better.