Only time holds truth to the essential essence of effervescent onslaught of naked celestial beasts such as ourselves, alone in the primordial ooze, with not much sanity to lose. the ticking clock of poverty, death and malnutrition, sits with its hands rusted in place, the motor dead from trying. With a mirror I be scrying, for the answer to enternal youth. It lies in no fountain or in a pill, round or smooth, nor in a gold encrusted tooth, or a well-painted hoof. This watch is certaintly tainted, the wave of the Earth's ocean has waned like the dying moon. Being young forever, but never a buffoon, I blow up and fly away like a bright red shiny balloon. and fall into the hands of a small child, not meek and mild, but wild and unstoppable, I thought me to be unpoppable. But as time ends and death begins, I make friends with life's own unmendable trends..