They say the only constant in life is change;
Every thing will come and everything will go, is that not strange?
The thing that stays the same is nothing at all.
A literal intangible figment of nothingness is what calls I to stall.
A door will open, yet that same door will close, like a corridor of violent taunt beckoning “Pose!”.
Pose? Not I…
Your constant? well it simply does not apply!
The world may stretch and squeeze,
But my armour does not clink around like keys in a breeze.
I am holdfast, wise, and strong,
Whatever the world has…  ‘bring it on’.
For you know not of the might of which I possess!
I am sick of your games, checkers or chess!
Dare not send, a maidan my way
if your almighty constant dictates her not to stay!
Though my armour is thick, my heart beats slow
Everything will come and everything will go.