8.5, Catastrophe (meaning)

Catastrophe is about how I get angry when I don't mean it. How I say words I don't mean, then regret them later. That's a lie. This poem does not have a meaning. Really nothing has a meaning, if you think about it. Everything withers and dies eventually. The strongest rock, the sharpest blade. The rock will crack and disintegrate. The blade will rust and crumble. The mind will rot and tear itself apart. The only thing that is truly eternal is time. Time is forever.