posted on Aug, 6 2009 @ 02:39 AM
Amidst the blackness of nothing spawned the
Legs of time, forever going yet destined to stop; a
Paradox within itself.
Haven to life, battleground for death;
Obligated, though we are, to the end; submission
Marks the folly of beginning.
Ever-turning the clock of life shall be,
Graciously masking history moreover.
Ambitious though we are, in vain our trials will be.