It comes in without your permission The spark of the first atom in the first cell It leaves without your say so The final exhale of air Energies expand n contract Love's grace lingers on embers of inspiration Hate's steam smolders on icecaps of delusion What do you do with time between the tick - tock? Who do you sense conducts your orchestrations? Will your life narrative transmit on a high or low frequency? Act's of kindness or drama's of despair? For sure - it goes before you stage all the answers.
