Just another poem I’d written thus far. Enjoy!
Time comes and goes,
like waves in the open sea,
rigidity it seems to lack,
yet dare you to face it alone,
its will bends and shapes willingly,
thus it comes and goes easily.
Something sets in stones,
it’s to be outdated,
it’s to be obliterated by time,
thus rules matter less,
when things stretch overtime,
rules are meant to be bent by time.
History matters a lot,
not for its rich stories,
though it could be a great teacher,
a greater essence is what it got,
to prove that time matters more,
thus rules on stones are meant to be eroded.
Only when survival instincts kick in,
time would freeze in the moment,
allowing unbendable common sense,
to reign for the moment in time,
after the storm had settled,
time would move on in its own merry way.
To be like time is to be renewed again,
sometimes by force without knowing why,
sometimes by will by the wiser guys,
thus time should be realistic,
bringing changes after a storm,
to fight against time with stones would be futile.