Drink, dine, and make merry
Be surrounded by music
Be dressed in Victorian attire
And yearn for nostalgia, but know this
Only mediocre bares the illusion of safety,
And it is only the fool that buys into constant
Strive says no condition is permanent
And the laws of nature stands
To be changed or to change present conditions
Not so conducive, as the trigger point "to push"
The choice is made, by the first to make a move, time is clocks.
And change becomes of consequence, tic toc in sequence
Even a mountain sheds skins like the snake
Erosion and winds, situations bares the catalyst
To constant shift in shapes; thinking, acting
Hold not your thoughts, captive for long without acts
Seduced by procrastination, the fool on "time out" call
The laws of nature, is not known for its patience
And change is a constant process
Already in play, time as perpetual fuel, on locomotion
In scenes of before and after. Are you still stagnant?