Time does weave a magic thread,
It binds all things in beginnings and ends,
In life so full, new births, and deaths,
Exits ongoing in what is further sent.
what hand overcomes the last?
Evolution spirals and dies along,
After last setting’s past.
We cannot decern a new dawn,
Great walls of challenges met like imposable waves,
And thought that what sinks is gone,
Alas we forget that time’s waves.
Have depth beyond our own.
Nothing is born and nothing dies, such conclusion is an illusion,
Our fears of ends is in fact a lie, rather it is a transfusion into infusion.