Brown grass

Nothing ever moves backwards
Time is constant
Yet non existent
All we have is forwards
Four words
Live for every second

Nothing gets brighter over time
The grass may get greener
But it never lasts
Time should be a crime
Or maybe everything as a whole is just inferior
Haunted by all of its pasts

5 fingers can count infinity
But struggle living past fifty
Unless we find it easy to eat healthy
Then our chances increase greatly
But we'd rather eat unhealthy
Food that's just filthy

I guess my point isn't clear
Nothing doesn't exist
Maybe there never was nothing
So what is there to fear
That discovery the dying missed
The brown grass may be dead
But it's still something