Sub Specie Aeternitatis

Fight for it- isn't this what you wanted?
Aren't you pleased with yourself?
Please, let's be pleasant-
No need, but needing;
Name-calling-
Callous in creation
Conceiving nothing from everything.
You lose your way in it,
Lost to yourself.
What a strip-tease,
Please.
Down indeed,
Drowning in decadence,
Decades from now you're old.
Told, what have you won?
Nothing but the passing glance.
The missing chance.
The effort spent
The days rent.
For nothing.

and yet....
sub specie aeternitatis
*under the appearance of eternity*