Shit rant poems

Part 2

So without guessing

I say

That

My timeline

Is everchanging

And in it

I'm just so small

And insignificant

In it

We're all so small and

Pointless

Were all so small

So why question that

Time is both definite

And

Indefinite

And within it

Everything is miniscule

Including me

As crazy as it seems

But I guess

I'll realise that

All in due time

I won't stop saying that

Even after my time is due

And such has reduced me to ash

Maybe from beyond

The traditional grave

On a tombstone

If not too ominous

But that's just for me

To work out

Solemnly and alone

For me

By me

Wisdom to help and remember me

Idk

Maybe the right

Less

Bullshitty

Sentiment

Will come

And because I've said time a lot

I won't utter it again

But

The shit

Will come

Bad and good

But just always

All in due