When our time is expired
It doesn’t mean a thing
And it is the only thing
Wrists pressed to the earth
Begging the great mother
Let there be a purpose
Surely there is continuity
This cannot be the end
Every moment is pain
Some more than others
The best of life becomes
A series of distractions
Fully immersive escape
Carry me to a destiny
In a beautiful habitat
Cradle me
in the soft down
Of a love that
Was unavailable
in life