Nonstop

Busy!
We are 

hard at work

for ever and evermore

The hands of time never stop

The wheels of life must run

on and on

at all times

in perpetuity

from dawn to dusk

from cradle to grave

pursuing verities

of sweet nothings

A paradox

of life wedged

in the coils of realities

We scurry on

till we exist no more