Clawed my way toward unfound triumph
The liquid spheres of time progess
Snailing to a standstill.
In this trash heap
It makes the eternal soul cry
Passively admired by the exuberance of the everything
Being equal, is important you know.
You know what they say, the more you know.
Marching unwards into their unknown abyss
Time passes, and gazes at the gates of the deepwood.
Nature is unnurturing.
But, yet, it is.
Chew on that for awhile.
It's good to think.
Some things, apparently.
And not others.
Where was I?
The day just seems to toil...
right past you.
There it went.