He never did quite understand
Hopes and dreams were out of hand
A fruitless life with nothing grand
He lived on barren land

He dragged himself throughout each day
Hopes and dreams had gone astray
He worked and worked with much dismay
He worked his life away

He drove home quickly down the street
Hopes and dreams still incomplete 
He hit fate as he hit concrete 
He'd love the woman that he'd meet

He saw her first in a speeding hall
Hopes and dreams had learned to crawl
He saw one savior amongst them all
He had begun to fall

He recovered in a white wall room
Hopes and dreams were in full bloom
He saw the nurse, and did assume
She could save him from his doom

She had eyes that could pierce straight through
Hopes and dreams were coming true
He saw that she could see it too
His world was now anew

She went with him though he was cured
Hopes and dreams had been procured
Her smile let him be reassured
A love had now matured 

He needed her to be his wife
Hopes and dreams of such a life
He'd seen that lightning had struck twice
She was his paradise

In this world
you are shown
all which you cannot have
to remind you
that you could have had
it all.

Limitations
are self-inflicted;
not to be
if you knew
grace
over greed.

Too much time
spent working
on presentation
rather than living
or contributing.

Your back porch
holds a glorious view
of heaven,
but you never fixed
the hinges
on that old screen door.

The front door,
such a beauty,
with a road led right to it;
paved
with those infamous
good intentions.

Rotten
you have become
from the inside
out;
a lifetime
of rot.

You will pay
for rich mahogany,
the greenest plot,
and exaggerated compliments
on a marble tombstone
dating your legacy.

Your grave,
even with another
hollow shell
beside of you,
will only be
your own.

You will finally
do the world a favor,
as you walk straight
towards the light;
while your life flashes,
you will count:

Every wrong turn you took,
time you sold out,
penny you saved,
back you stabbed,
promise you crossed,
and every second you wasted.

And to prove
you have learned
nothing
of what truly
ranks important,
you will count

Every                                    
   Single                        
         Soulless            
                Being    
                          In  
       ­                                   Attendance

(Who will ensure
you are put in the ground
and covered in soil
cleaner than yourself)
so you will know
you were well known.

And in that moment,
as a parting gift
to your vagabond sham of a soul,
you will realize
that the maggots who will eat your flesh
deserve better.