What the hell is this time thing anyway

You make like the mug, your fill of it

Has sprung a leak

So you had better drink it fast

Or find some glue…

The future is bullshit anyway

Your four-score years and ten

Is drowned

Right now

And now

Breath

Big enough for it all

If you dare to take it all in

A big ifffffffff

So, brother, sister

Balance on the teetering tower

Of all your yesterdays

Blood, sweat, stained with anger and tears

You could never touch the stars

Lacking the support of such as these

Into these original heavens

Where no other has yet glimpsed