HEAD AND TAIL

Dicey is the play of life,
No one can judge next moment is which side of knife,
In this mortal world ony asthetic can survive,

Something may soothe you but the same can deface,
Some may trust you but many can nay,
Because air is polluted and you will have to lie,

This is what mortality leaves us,
lessons with everyone to cry,
To attain your consolation you have to try,
To be remembered after your last fly.