The Laughter of the Century

The pious man heads out to the sea world, out into the river and brushes off the waves of the sea . Cheered on by his peers he violently sails on, never misses a catch. He deals harshly with the storm, cruises through the waves of life and at each sea shore he flirts with death. Soon, he comes to the end of the river.  The water has now made his way towards him. The ocean is awake,  a sleeping giant awoken with a fierce storm.  Man has now found that the water only made way for the moment. He is swallowed by the fierce storm. For the water saw the pathway of the man and then laughed.

The Race of Time

I am running towards the surface of eternity.  I am placed between the two ages and beneath.  One thing that is certain is that both ages will soon pass by. I may go slower than usual but it will surely come to pass in an appointed time.  I will be stopping by for some refreshments to the house where there is full of lights. I haven't seen beneath the surface, but I heard it is extremely dark and the men down there haven't stopped wailing.  They said that it is in humanely hot and gruesome. These men have run the race of time and fallen, fear and regret awaits their destiny, wishing if they can only trade sides with the runners up here.