Nothing is certain but entropy and
Momentum licked by my time’s solar flares
Even gravity submits to glassed sand
Only to avoid the light’s many glares

Wild West be ******;  why ever go down?
Progress is natural; civilize me!
Deconstruct ‘natural’! Make it my own!
Scrape the sky away until I can’t see…

Nothing haunts me, I’m already adept.
“I like it here! I think I’ll stay! Always…”
Words like always are a worthless aspect
Alexandria wrongfully ablaze

I think these things at the end of my day
Because I’m nearest my home when away