Death comes to all

In the immortal era, birth and dead comes to all Limited flying as a straight arrow line Captured and yet freely flowing like divine All depends on, all reflect on the indestructible motion The everlasting going forth No regular pulsing, just a one wave stream abroad Time never looks back only memories freeze the clock. In the immortal era, birth and dead comes to all The pattern is measurable and still unavoidable It's a lifetime of ticking further in the future Fixed and fixated on being the past is long forgotten by the never ending A fraction of beginning without a known end no period nor existence or noticeable bent Liberation of the boundaries of time seems undone Limited mind and body block the eternal life dome The finish lies beneath our knowledge we stumble forwards until the bottomless edge In the immortal era, dead comes to all It's time.