Pulsing heartbeat…
Time on your hands…
World at your feet…
Head in the sand…
Knife held to your throat.
Breathe, draw your breath…
Slave to the grind…
Each drawn in debt…
Claimed, borrowed time…
Long past overdue.
(Hidden in plain view and yet we seek to muddle through)
Live only what we're given
(Quiet gears are turning, tick the moments away…)
(Silent, years are burning by the light of the day…)
Beyond the pale…
Behind the veil…
The die is cast…
The hours pass…
Perhaps the last…
Beyond the pale… (The days racing by…)
Behind the veil… (The blink of an eye…)
The die is cast… (Any given night…)
The hours pass… (Yields the last sunrise you'll know…)
Each perhaps the last…
Each of us granted one short life…
(Each of us given just one chance to be here and now)
We reach open-handed toward the light.

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