nothing like gold to pass time
how little it means to us all
beginnings and endings
all down in a line
shiny moments that trickle and fall
we choose what is more,
play it close to the vest
we pray to live long
to outlive the rest
but what would we do
what would we do
what would we do with just a few of the best?
Time devoured in bulk
so our sad lives march on
consumed and consumed until all time is gone
in misery grinding, we sink as we skulk
never stopping to notice – the rhythm’s all wrong
do clocks give a damn for the time that they tick?
those hands are advancing and eating us quick
so rush through the good on your quest for what’s better
careen through the bad, and wear time like a fetter
one hundred dull years – and you settle for this?
one hundred dull years – to barely exist.
if I told you this moment is more than enough
that I don’t need a next one, and I’m calling your bluff
that here in this moment we have life in spades
would you know what I meant, before this moment fades?