Time

Time in its endlessness

Meanders through thought

Within the dreams of the thoughtless

Can its end be wrought



Decay is becoming of it

Relatively slow sign of its passing

The strong losing their grit

The weak of this world leaving



Growth accompanies it

Upon a journey forward

It slowly lights a darkened pit

Illumine with wisdom's chord



With its silent passing

Relayed is history's wake

Its zest for change more than a fling

Impredictability the icing on its cake