Death Is Constantly Seeking You

Death Is Constantly Seeking You:

               So what are you waiting for?

The sands in the hourglass have now begun to evaporate;

Running on empty: pressing to stay a flow. Playing with the Okie-Dokie;

 holding on to the inevitable, a day unto the Lord is but a thousand years;

Time your expiration date: It's never, ever late:

Weighted down, lay it down, those insignificant temporal fears:

digging around in the cemetery, of buried cheers, with tears.

No one's waiting on you because time is of the essence, and vanilla skies

do disappear and pass away; life goes on without a pause, and often without

Applause. Circular Heartbeat is all; slow breathing beauty fading.

Because you're never standing still; in the cycle, we're called to evolve.

And move forward, with the demand of time or cease, and retrieve

backward, on a spin of a dime in time: in slow motion on a decreasing recline.

Don't sit idle, with empty hands. Aimless with no devotional plans!

Stand erect, expecting a better tomorrow, because yesterday is already today.

Tomorrow will be just what you make it, the creator of destiny, before the

Grim Reaper leads you to meet the ferryman. Beyond Death Doors: