Spindles Of Sublime

Seasons spinning in amidst the spindles of sublime..minutes in days, months and years ticking away our time..whilst there is nothing nor nobody can change what lies ahead, we do our daily labours of life throughout the light,  resting in darkness in our beds..rituals of routines just like the ticking of a clock, betwixt mindlessness moments of occasional poppycock

Our fate and destiny may well be written in the stars, hidden amongst the solar system’s planets amidst Jupiter and Mars..but the continuance of chronology speeds by in split second spaces, our unending, uninterrupted regularity of tick-tocking paces..people come and go, life, death is dogmatism, come rain or shine..humanity only dwells within devine decrees deadline

Years, decades, centurys, millenniums go by, memories to reminisce in but blinks of an eye..sheer specks of dust are we cluttering God’s earth, all coming and going in our existence from one’s birth..so we do what we do trying to do our very best, but time gives challenges on our course of events quest..fitting everything in, timelessness shall never cease.. until our journeys end of rest in peace