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;
Altercation, inevitable.

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.

Thanks for the education. You should be charging for that. You've taught me something today.

Very nice!! I have been working on one of these for weeks.... Perhaps I should make it shorter! Thanks for posting this, its great!