Life is a sprint to the end.
Take a break,
And prepare for the inquisition.
Explain all gaps.
Destroy your free time.
Tear it up, lest your cells become lazy.
Chase that dollar around the block,
Missing the joy you passed along the way,
Tripping over yourself and others to get to the top.
What the hell for?
This is the American dream.
Sometimes it's hard Not to be afraid Snaking down the coast Colors streaming across the sky Dimming I near the little white cottage With night lights seeping Out the windows In the doorway We meet eyes It's been a couple weeks Eternity in love Time tricks But light shines brightly Between us