All is dead
The dreams turn
Into nightmares
The flowers lay
Broken
As time lock steps
Into empty space
There is no more
This is only now
And now is in transit
Like a bus with
No driver
Each breath
Is taken unwilled
By a force unseen
To move takes
Herculean effort
The desires are
Retreating to
An earlier time
Of Youth? Like a
Character in a movie
The flesh weakens
And rots
To the end
Back to the beginning
To be reborn
Repeating the process
Again and again
All is dead