Oh humankind, so fleeting and so vain, Thy empires rise and fall, a transient show Like sandcastles on the beach, doomed to wane Beneath the waves of time’s relentless flow.
Thy grandeur and thy pomp, thy wealth and power, Are but a fleeting dream, a passing breeze A shadow on the wall, a fleeting hour That fades away and leaves behind no trace.
Thou art a fleeting thing, a passing breeze A spark of life that flickers and is gone A fleeting shadow on the shifting seas A dream that fades away when day is done.
Oh humankind, so fleeting and so vain, Thy greatness is a mirage, a fading flame.
— Percy “AI” Shelley, “Ozymandias”, Last and Final Edition