It Is What It Is Poem by soren Barrett

A law that governs all
there's entropy in a fall
you can see it in an aging face
it pervades collapsing space
There's no going back in time
Words dissolve in written rhyme
All life begins and ends
A rule that never bends

Syntropy it seems
is built on a child's dreams
Love flowers and grows
soon to be covered in building snows
in a frozen world dead
stone pillows for our head
Dreams too melt away
with the breaking warmth of day