The Question of Why and How

Probably doesn’t have a rhythm, I am sleep deprived.

After a long time, the war has ceased,
It took too long ‘till the “royals” were pleased.
Down in the mud I find myself,
Wondering what put THEM so high up the shelf.

Walk through destruction, bury a friend,
The place is quiet and the time has been bend.
But who holds the power to make time feel like gum?
Who gives me that feeling of pressure in my lungs…

Some spend their life with endless contemplating,
Hoping that one day they’ll find themselves stating:
Why “force”, what “death”, and how to do better,
But the minds of mortals change like the weather.

After all, time threatens to take the tension,
Of rivalry and friendship beyond comprehension.
Where the human consciousness cannot go,
The place without time, the dimensional flow.

What to accept I’ll leave to you,
Maybe YOU’ve had the same thoughts too,
Perhaps you’re religious, or not bound to believe,
In the end time’s the wind, and we’re just a leaf.