The only thing
That is profound
Is the life itself.
It ends.

Like day.
Like night.
Like rain.
Like seasons.

The only thing
That is inevitable
Is change.
It’s constant.

Like day.
Like night.
Like rain.
Like seasons.

The repetition is a way of Life.
The repetition is a way of Death.
Repetition.
Endless repetition.

Like day.
Like night.
Like rain.
Like seasons.