Time slows down.
It never stops.
The lights flicker.
Then they pop.
Life moves on.
Death comes for all.
Nothing is certain.
Nature makes us small.
We begin a fire.
Tinder used first.
The flames burn brighter.
Then coals are produced.
Things begin.
Things end.
We all live and die
but the flames inside
are what we burn for.
Saturn's Premier Poet 