All fall down.

Here's to your avarice and greed,
to become what you are not yet,
and to lose what you think you are.

Your quest is my discovery.
I have invented it for nothing.

What have we created
and what has created us,
if we are doomed with an omen
and our only chance is a curse?

somethings are everything
that are sometimes nothing at all.
hanging on some delicate string
we are afraid as we wait to fall.

Is this it?
is this all?
There is certainly something more
this present was never before
after all we are all
going to fall.