Time

Some thoughts.

I am miserable in my wanders.

Why must night always make way for day?

Why must cold succumb to heat?

Why must always end lead to beginning?



I am trapped in an inevitable cycle,

That leaves me no choice but to follow,

To continue through the foretold journey.



My thoughts waver solutions, alternatives.

My mind begs for retreat,

I wish to remain, unchanged, unhindered by time.

The more you seek, the clearer it becomes,

Nothing is to be yours as it is,

As nothing remains as it is.