Beginning of the end
I hear, I see, I listen and I watch,
As we oscillate into a fiction-less time warp,
The shape shifting hues in my rear-view;
This minute hand lurches to a full stop.
Never believe in the truth, they say,
It’s the beginning of the end today,
I realize it isn’t too late to realize
Life is but an object that fails to gravitate.
2 comments:
Who Knows?
They don't,
neither do you,
nor do i.
the truth exists-
independently,
mutually exclusive
of our existence-
or maybe not.
its not too late,
but;
maybe there isn't enough time.
who knows?
i don't,
neither do you,
nor do they.
that "gravitate" sounds too forced!
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