Ends

If time was money
there would be no second chances,
and the millionaires would live
out of DeLoreans.

Time well spent
will reveal threads spanning
cultures, races, generations,
and galaxies.

Now we are at the cusp
of the nebula,
where Zion is present.

What is the rush?

The prophets have
been marginalized.
Now the tides
are returning on us.

We would keep gas
cryogenically frozen,
and sell it
as future investments.

Light my fire;
lustful passions ignite.

I's are trying to monopolize ours.
While those wasted away too soon,
walk throughout the crowds
with sour faces.

The glimpses never end
when you know how to appreciate
the small things in life.
Let us live,

together.

Death
is certain,
and buried treasures won't
insure you heaven.

Life
is slow,
to those who know
how much it is worth.

Rainbows end
in black holes
that seep sunshine
through the earth.

These continua
are retroactive,
surviving in hearses-
driving viciously in circles.

Forgive us father, time.
For we actively seek
immortality
in ends.