Subtle trees grow faster than thoughts can fashion
Running, catching up with your awareness as time flows
Mass envelops itself swiftly like lighting flashing
Thrashing, sheer thrashing vibrates as sound grows
Nothing survives the fire deafening your dreams out of reach
One last thought, one last glimpse of light shatters your mind
As your soul implodes resembling the core of an incinerated peace
Shimmering relief blankets the agony just as death initiated a bind
Granting few seconds of mind to realize your fine
Death will come in time, but what is time?
Askew of reality to a line so fine
Without a purpose without a rhyme
A crime to call it putrid while others are fine
You must find your line, and dash against the bind
Flowing faster to surpass what is possible in your mind