As rivers flow, and seas wash up on shores,
the winds of spinning earth both blow and blast
it's sands and dust. Electrons whirl and scores
of sundry sub-atomics dance. The vast,
expanding universe can only drive
and never rests. As human drama seethes
in passion's flux, each man attempts to thrive
and gain ascendency, until he breathes
his last. Nothing, anywhere, ever halts.
The static scene, of smoothly passing time
is just plain wrong. Philosophies have faults
if changing views, arn't on their paths to climb.
Impression's ocean brings slews of cues
which pique a thinking mind to weigh and choose.
No guarantee assures the earthquake's done
Sometimes even wise men have to run.