A sallow seed of curiosity
Leads you to introspection.
Where you realize the whole point,
The entire point, is one you cannot grasp.

The meaning, the purpose is there
If only you could see it from this far.
But your eyes have gone weak
For you kept them shut that long.

You can’t hate the life you’ve been living
Because you haven’t been living much at all.
Speak a little, seek a little,
Then come back to me with a story of woe.

We all have a limit;
A certain number of seconds we’re given.
You’ve been dumping yours fast,
As to avoid a market crash.

A quantity indeterminate of these
Non transferable units.
Try to memorize one as they
Slip through your sloppy grasp.

You can’t hate the life you’ve been living
Because you haven’t been living much at all.
Speak a little, seek a little,
Then come back to me with a story of woe.

You thought the clock runs slowly
When you run away from each second coming.
Like the seconds don’t pass if you don’t acknowledge
The fact that your heart is beating still.

But the one thing to count on
Is that a life is bled like a beast.
One second after another
Until heartbeats give way to gravity.

You can’t hate the life you’ve been living
Because you haven’t been living much at all.
Speak a little, seek a little,
Then come back to me with a story of woe.

It isn’t that you’ve been stalling.
It’s that you forgot you must engage.
No wonder the horizon doesn’t rush to you
When you expect the world’s the one to move.

Edges only exist from that point of view.
Try moving and you’ll notice,
The sun’s always rising
As you chase the morning glow.