Wait until the hospital
To think about the time
Wonder if its possible
To relapse your decline
Paid your way in bits and pieces
Fell down from the sky
Windshield wipe away the fact
That we all get to die
When'll you see?
Through how many points of contact
Do we agree
To be here too
Grasping at a fabricated
Field of marigolds
Think that through accumulation
Yourself, you can console
Believe that all you really need
Is the next thing down the road
Comfortably securing your own place
Within control
Start to feel
The boundaries of your being
Extending to
All of those around you
Until you find your way
Back to you