This is the last rant from me You may be hearing for Awhile
Cornered in a cranny on the final Nook & day to Smile
Crunneled in the window streaming Down the Drain
A Garden made of Diamondbacks while grown a gruesome mane
A Life of woe transformed by bliss and a Freedom aperiodic
Husband Wife a Ho left propped up in the garden Shed
With a Tee hee hee and an O no mo' take my Enemy instead!
Through blurry tears screams can be heard Still across the years
Into Time's Chasm we're surfing polishing our dream with Sarcasm
a Pitch black reflection chrome starred and Blind sided by smiling Time
Snap shut up in a flattened box, Imprinted into another Dimension
Just a Legend into which You were elected to be Born
This is the last chance to make up for it, to take someone's hand for a Dance
It's not about time or money or how many years you may have Left
Yet the expectation lingers in the Minds who had forgotten the Truth
The Next in Line becomes the Echo of the generational Mind
Once the stage has been seized Upon and taken like a table for Granted
The wrecks that have sunken like a Dream escaping through a rising Bubble
Leaving tracers of streaming aether behind in a Trail blazing Signature
The Age of Treks over the Empire of Luck given time to fully Mature
With forty minutes left of what mass Consensus has come to Dictate
Across the span of a Myriad of years, both Granddaddies and Mothers
having been interconnected by personal cellphones and national mail
Remain indoors at the end of the Festival of abandon and Rediscovery
This becomes the final raving chance to Vend all the pent up Rage
bottled up from a few stacks of months Inherited from our own Wake
Something in season crept up and out from Under the Moon
Disengagement from manufactured Placards warning about Soon
In twenty five minutes the Snake with have shed the Last of its Skin
As we enter into the Year of the Horse for another Cycle to Renew
Some people say we can't begin, Others that we can't afford to Lose
No worry in twenty-two minutes Two eternities may Collude
Here's where it starts to get burning as the subtext heats up a little bit
Fear has played its part til we start Turning toward one another for a Start
who's counting the minutes anyhow While the Daring just blindly Leap
out of the Windows of Chance to the Wind of having unexpectedly Arisen
carrying the clout of the sins of a friend in Support of a common Cause
Cruelty & Register onto the Mind to be an Imprint on our Memory
Once called a curling away photograph For escaping through a Reflection
Inverted in an infinite hallway Lost in the maze of the Mirror
It crossed my mind I may never find my way at all without being Converted
phantom thoughts become the spooks for Frightening those left Behind
A rant I'd come to trot out sooner than a Quick of lightning strikes the Mind
Ten minutes in the countdown begin to Mark the mysterious Territory
Carried in the hearts of men the World won over in a Hurry
Accounts may differ and they vary in Terms of personal Expression
and the true among the blue will reach out their Roots a Dream and a Blessing
