Flux

Nothing lasts;
this, too, shall pass;
the only constant is change.
In the beginning,
everything began to change;
in the end,
everything shall stop.
I get dizzy with the swirl,
the up and down, to and fro,
back and forth, in and out,
and here we go again
over the top and
around the bend,
over and under and through.
And as if that breakneck speed
isn't enough, there is time
for a breather, a pause, a break;
and then
back on the horse,
back in the saddle,
gee-yup and go,
on the march,
forward all,
nauseating with the whipsaw
of stop and why are you stopping,
be polite and don't waste time on manners,
do the bare minimum, why didn't you do more?
It cannot help but be nonsense,
when the rules depend on who you are,
where you are from,
what you did before,
and not what you are doing
within the current context,
too little, too late
(a day late and a dollar short)
(don't short me)
(come here, shorty).
Nothing ever changes,there is nothing new under the sun,
a tiger cannot change its stripes,
nor a cheetah its spots;
and the more things change,
the more they stay the same.