Onto this globe

We're hurled

Naked, no thought

To travail incurred

When we are spat out

Bawling butt naked

No choice but to leave

The womb

In bloody chrysalis

Unstoppable change

Expanding past

Our life times

Change, the

Neverending fact

That we are

Rearranged

Despite our efforts

At control

Life tends to

Knock down

Those who think

They're whole

Birth, death, and change

Are the only constants

On this earth

And anyone who thinks

Otherwise

Remains the fool