Lay Hold Of

The sun will shine

till night till day

And the earth will spin

Till it soon decay

The bugs will buzz

till the plants all seep

We all can breath we all can speak

Till the earth will slowly decay

And the present day will soon be the history we betray

Are souls will scream at the chaotic display

the painless things that we deny

Will become the things we can’t deify

The humanly touch so strong so weak

Can hardly speak the speak it wants to repeat

The thing remembered remembered for purpose

the tiny things growing in the scripus

To be the be in the question

And to die in the present rather than the past