Roman GloryAll roads lead to Rome.
All lives meet the same eventuality.
The universal route is a footbridge,
A one-man path.
Humans march down the highway,
But each chooses where to place his feet;
While all travelers perish,
Individuality proudly remains.
Run and you might fall.
The road hangs by a thread
That frays with the force of each step.
In time, the ropes will snap,
And the bridge will always fall.
The inky waters below
Will briefly stir, then settle.
But still we forge onward,
Despite what looms,
Searching for Rome.