I was born whole of humanity
But with each day I lived
I ended up losing a bit.
A loss in the accounts of life
You, me or any other body can not recover
Even if there are loans
Taken via charity and social services
By putting in a lot of handwork
Using the financial pressure.
I am just a sachet of fragrance
Unsealed to revive the degree of humanity.
One day when all the aroma gets volatilised
I will be all empty
Buried in the sands of Earth
All ready to be gone forever
Maybe that's how the entire process works.