I was Thinking, or Not

Some things to worry about, some things not to worry about. The end of the world, point blank, not something to worry about.  If it all ended tomorrow, it would not matter today, you can not prepare for it.  If the world ceases to be habitable, you are going to die, but it won't matter because you will be dead.  Further, I don't think this will happen, so I don't focus on it. World Domination, by some group or another, not something to worry about.  One, there is not one group, but several, and even if they can get together for a moment and make a decision at least long enough to get control of the world economy and maybe even other things, they can not hold it together very long.  This has been tried for ages, believe it or not, it has been the goal of many groups, the Romans, the Egyptians, the Mongols, the Gauls, and the list goes on.  The reason they were not able to do it, is the same reason that no one else will be able to do it, nature doesn't work that way.

War I have sat here thinking about a lot of things, as years go by, not much else that matters, because I have reserved too much too long, no more.  So ends this reign of tyranny, and begins the era of true freedom, would you know what that is.  It comes in the colors of forest, azure and gold, on a canvas, with a deft hand, dark shadows not painted in, only light is trapped in the waft of the cloth.  A struggle to write, these lines, as so much fights the truth that herein reveals.  It is not a fight, it is not a reason, there are only two old men, debating the same old saw, land of the lawless, they live in.  Now is time, to rise on the Rhine, air is to wind, the change it begins, now and for the time coming, is the undoing, as it is known to them and few others.  In the center again, where the rivers meet land, and where the mountains are dark, and the sun never shines through the forest, there lies a body that shall soon be recovered, be he live or dead.  You know not this man, h