The nature of Nature,
So why do we fight so hard against it,
When it is all that's sure?
We all acknowledge that life is fragile,
No one's time's guaranteed,
Yet we all plan years and years in advance,
Accumulating things that we don't need,
And that's the way we've set up soci'ty,
I guess the question's begged,
If we're so obsessed about living on,
Is that what Nature meant,
That that's our mind,
For whatever reason,
Amidst the proof of instability,
We're meant to trust in perpetuation?