Time passes by
And she does not,
Lost in thought and mystery and shadowed
By hypotheses and
“All great men fall”
And yet she does not,
Weighing in consciousness like
Bullion of eons ago, she
Refuses to succumb to sleep.
She is eternal
In the most painless way possible.
She is imperfect
Although she reflects the paradigm of perfection.
Honesty has never been her strong suit and yet
She finds ways to let life take her reins
Without her ever losing control.
But still, she does not sleep.
Succumbs to the qualms of