Irrelevant
Are the names
Are the ages
Is the time
Is the year.
Unessesary
To keep track
Each pulsing minute
Is it's own
Why do we insist upon
Owning it?
We people
Why not content?
With our noses
With our thighs
Why must everything
Change?
When isn't change
What we fear most?
Set upon change for our bodies
Determined to withhold
Our futures.
The whitty twists
Of reality.
People really should be more appreciative of themselves and learn to accept what will be.
