An endless cycle of infinite scale
a snake eats its own tail
no end creates no beginning
thus nameless, I went with Robb or Ross.
Robb or Ross did not know time
like the ant knows not the clime
seasons pass by in a flicker
a groundhog left its hole.
Its shadow did it see
it did not leave, and nor did he
from bed he watched times endless march
until his clock and he were as dust.
The dust fed the earth and became so much more
layered and layered it went closer to the core
until ages passed by as a blink
times passage and earths pressure made it to oil.
Dragged from the comfort of the deep
Robb or ross still did everlastingly sleep
he was used to fuel an electric generator
and unbeknownst to he, was spent in a week.
Consider not the endless walk of chronos
it stays its madness, instead be like the moss
stay firm to your foundation, be in the now
to compare anything to the infinite will always be for naught.