clones of each other

So what
Whatever
It is what it is
It doesn't matter
It will come to fall  
Reaching
The very same conclusion 
No matter which way it turns
Or how far it spins out of control 

In a way I feel compelled 
to go as far as reach the clouds
because life goes the same distance
As you let it

Streams of running water
Rising the tide
With pink cloudy oil
That lay on top a surface
Underneath inhabiting  creatures
That feed and mate and rebirth
A way of life 

That will forever keep evolving
Into clones of each other