06-18-2013, 01:08 AM
The past of tomorrow hangs low
And the inaction gently anesthetizing
Blow after blow,
Forcing the last few breaths out, or in, or wherever they go,
Breaking not even a sweat.
What are we but ingrates?
Suffering through the circles of scent,
Canines! Aren't we?
To say the least
We Bow, to the omniscient master, desire
With a capital 'D'
And the past of today, laughs.
Folds its arms, laughs.
Note that judgmental stare
(Background Laughs)
You may pause.
But just ignore. Ignore!
Not until the past of day after
Is yet to be
Shall we worry
Make a toast
Time is on our side,
Just be. Just be. Just be.
And the inaction gently anesthetizing
Blow after blow,
Forcing the last few breaths out, or in, or wherever they go,
Breaking not even a sweat.
What are we but ingrates?
Suffering through the circles of scent,
Canines! Aren't we?
To say the least
We Bow, to the omniscient master, desire
With a capital 'D'
And the past of today, laughs.
Folds its arms, laughs.
Note that judgmental stare
(Background Laughs)
You may pause.
But just ignore. Ignore!
Not until the past of day after
Is yet to be
Shall we worry
Make a toast
Time is on our side,
Just be. Just be. Just be.