| Anya: | This guy sounds disenchanted. |
| Carlos: | Well, don't all dreams get broken eventually? |
| Devani: | Yes, but isn't that how it should be? Human dreams are essentially sand. . . |
| Bruce: | I dunno. Some seem like stone. |
Torched
Time works on each of us
as we're gradually reduced to ash
Enjoy life's charade
without considering
how quickly it fades
Why worry about truth
when there are so many
enticing things to do?
Sooner or later however
each drama ends
and all characters
leave the stage
Know from the start
every script is dust
and what's called "life"
is but fiction spurious
Hear the author read this poem