On the clock face of time

humans are a brief lightning strike

between the second hands somewhere

when somebody tells me you’re sabotaging your life

I relax and say that doesn’t matter

(we were just here briefly, for a song and a dance)

(and then it’s just over, I like sitting, or walking,

standing makes my leg shake)

(I can’t train it away)

we get sentimental about the things

the objectives and subjectives and verbs and so on

of life

but in the infinity of it all

(theory is that even infinity has a kind of end

but that end is the beginning of something else)

we are just here for a lightning strike of life

appreciate it while you can

I don’t know what the end is like

but I do believe it is likely

that it is the beginning of something else