So Much for Time

The gradual abuse of time What it holds within one cannot imagine Sometimes pristine, but it still decays Unseen by the unperceptive world Its vagaries are well known All the erect silhouettes bow down To the fury of time What can human pride do? Nothing! Ego is futile Invented war and crimes For territories with hues of anger Time will be more unrepentant It will dig … Continue reading So Much for Time