culture was the seed of proliferation

but it has gotten melded into an inharmonic whole,

consciousness has plagued us and we can not shake it,

though we think we're in control

questions that besiege us in life

are testament of our helplessness,

there's no vestige of a beginning,

no prospect of an end

(Hutton, 1795),

when we all disintegrate it will all happen again,

time is so rock solid in the minds of the hoards

but they can't explain why it should slip away,

history and future are the comforts of our

curiosity but here we are rooted in the present day



if you came to conquer you'll be king for a day,

but you too will deteriorate and quickly fade away,

and believe these words you hear

when you think your path is clear....



we have no control,

we do not understand,

you have no control,

you are not in command