Mortality Grey Denims

 STORY OF THE PRODUCT

Man charts his path with restless hands,
Drawing tomorrows on shifting sands.
He toils and dreams, forever assured
That time’s vast bounty is secured.
Each step, a wager on endless days,
Blind to the fire that quietly decays.

For mortality waits, a shadow near,
Fueling life’s flame, yet stark and clear.
It burns the wick without remorse,
A silent but relentless force.
Oh, irony—how man forgets
The fleeting spark where fate is set.