Not Ever

Deafening prayers carrying lonely desires,
Terrified children who must master their fire,
Complacent governors who's lies mire,
And the body is never done.

Beginners dressed like endings,
And never wild old crying child,
Careless fools steal and loveless dupes feels,
With callous endings never done.

Scattered tribes of old,
Alike tears running from cold,
Selfish intention grows like mold,
And the heart is never done.

Pieces clinging limply, prying, scratching,
Trying not to drown, afloat in pain swimming,
Bringing with it constant waning.
And the mind is never done.

Efforts old and efforts new,
Paling in comparison to what gods do,
Yet even while it closes on you,
Your existence is never done.