A Means To An End

 

 

 

Time’s mighty pendulum keeps on swinging,

Back and forth with a loud tick and a tock.

Death and rebirth it’s constantly bringing,

Universal wheels are just a clock.

 

Death’s mighty Scythe still constantly churning,

We watch it on the news day after day.

People come and go within life’s learning,

But their memories will forever stay.

 

Tectonic plates are ebbing and surging,

Mountains and buildings will crumble and fall.

No man’s exempt from constant purging,

The passage of eons will claim us all.

 

The perfect path to growing production,

Begins with understanding destruction.

 

 

01/13/2023