Going, Going, Going Still

Time is a universal fact.

It only moves in one direction.

Never yielding to mistake,

The closest thing to pure perfection.

 

Humans, on the other hand,

Keep starting, stopping, backing up,

Sideways, longways, upside-down-ways,

Worried about that half-filled cup.

 

But time is a soldier, marking cadence.

One to two to three and four.

Hut! Repeat, repeat again to

Infinitum evermore.

 

Time was here before beginnings.

Time continues past the end.

Time will never need to know what it means

To begin again.

 

And when we all have made our climb

And passed beyond that lonesome hill,

Time will keep on marching strong,

Going, going, going still.