Centuries stretch into decades
Decades crumble to years
Years dilute to months
Months spoil to weeks
Weeks transform to days
Days pass through hours
Hours scramble to minutes
Mintues fall onto seconds
And it goes and goes
With a logramthic speed
While I stand still
To contort some truth:
Man made measurments meticulously made
May mark mere moments
But
With words witheld within
Wallowing waves wash white, "whys?"
Away.
And...
I speak in riddles as I should
When faced with nothing
But left with the word "could?"
Could of? Of course. Could I? Yes.
I could do anything, definitely
But no I would never
It is a hopless endeavor
And death ushers who it will
And brings their heart to a still
As we all look to how old
To comfort us
From death's hold
For his grip is unrelenting, arbitary, overreaching and perpetual
Nonsensical greatgrandmother you inspired me
I swear im crazy *** is this
