Hey lesser mortals!

Maybe at the end of this, you will become like me.

A better mortal, I hope.

I stand here, inanimate, with a creased forehead

Your life, lies in the detours that you take.

It commenced with you in the picture - a state of unflinching, perpetual elevation of spirits. The end however, did not see your presence - a state of sundry, sometimes juxtaposed, sentiments. I couldn’t tell which would be embraced, given a choice, the monotony of the former with you or the variety of the latter without you.