The human heart is born without legs
sliding back and forth
and never once does it truly rest
unless accompanied by death
sliding back and fortheven the strongest remnants of history
they have begun to crumble against time
sliding back and forththe only constant is change
nothing remains the same
the only constant is change
there's only growth or decayunderlying scenes only found in pictures
can never breathe life
for nowhere else does level ground exist
unless it has been captured by a flash of steady lightsliding back and forth
the only constant is change
uncertainty awaits
the only constant is change
there's only growth or decaythere is nothing that stays the same
from the foundation of our lives
there is nothing that stays the same
there is nothing to erase time