Time changes
but
attitude remains a king
amongst peasants
presenting presents
of
destruction
trying to annihilate the infrastructure;
not powerful enough
to rupture
or
even scratch the surface;
Time evolves
all things in the universe;
switching from young to old
rapidly,
gravity doing her job,
life constantly drifting by,
coasting throughout eternity
with a wide sense of clarity
the real reality
but
it all feels like a dream;
Time consumes life,
death eliminates fleshly breath
but
awakens the true spiritual self,
no interference
to tempt your soul to bend,
break,
or fold;
only joyful dreams
growing with love,
yearning for more
reciprocation of the truth
minus
all despicable disputes;