Life-time
Life-time
Is it a milling mass
of chaotic obscurity or a
pristine thread of lucidity? Neither
canst the sweltering sun be shadowed
by the casting cloud, nor
the murky nights dwell
sans scintillating stars.
Last, yet, not ever the least
in this everlasting scrimmage of
eternal ephemeral quandary,
the states of gloom and glee, despair and disrepair;
for, the tyres of time are too untiring to cease;
remains only relishing the reminiscence of remnants;
for, begotten, time has,
the unchanging change. Only one with anything and everyth
we've of its kind, crammed
together with nothing,
a reclusive and inclusive life,
without one!