Time is inevitable,
A turntable spinning
Fruitlessly as it ages.
So when people
Protest against
Themselves, I do
Not join them.
Some say I am
Hiding from
The inevitable.
I say that I am
Acknowledging
The outcome that
Is bound to happen,
Whilst everyone is
Tied up over it.
We are reeling,
Churning with
The foreboding
Hands of time.
Our world as
We know it will
Certainly end.
Whether some
Brute force of
Nature or our
Own destruction
Is the cause, it
Does not matter.
Time is inevitable
And ticking away, it's
Weary bones hollow.