No man escapes

Life is not at all about you

Though time may be untrue

Or relevant or real or felt

Not at all is this world

For its spinning is meant

To be turned against or towards yourself

For no man eacapes gravity without help

And tree ate planted for sake of being

And you be to forsake yourself

Or so you should

As no life is best spent ever

In the arms of loving yourself

Life is not about you at all

Life instead is growth

And about sunshine atop the leaves which fall