nothing is permanent. 30 august

No matter how thick the darkness of the nigt may be it will not last forever
even strong parallel lines meet at their end where they grow tender
certainty is sure only of one thing, change; that he is a reality maker
not the sorrow, not the joy nothing, nothing is permanent

as it is so it ain't. even the pan cake has two sides
as a tiny meal it is as the useful ant. so mean it shares not its hides
cruelty is known of it, destruction; that he is a morph decomposer
not the sorrow not the joy, nothing is permanent

Tick by tick the lice is made thick as in drops it sips
rendering the juicy lamb to life kips
casualty; the known could deform to be unknown expressed by the lips
not the sorrow not the joy,nothing is permanent