Seeds planted grow and wither away with the passing of seasons. The strength of youth passes and hopefully the wisdom of age takes it’s place. I sit by and watch the beating heart of the world. While heart’s like my own fade into dust. I don’t mind speaking of end things. Maybe it’s an offshoot of my morbid sense of humor. Or maybe the peace I’ve discovered casting away the burden of time.
Either way, the sun pierces through the overcast sky, while our newest stray eats her meal. We’re all tied together by moments. Not man, nor mission, nor belief can pull apart the connection. No matter how civil the cause, until we learn we’re all in this together. We are just doomed to repeat the same mistakes, over and over again.