There Is No Time Like The Present
Looks Like A Mess
The Closer You Look At The Letters.
Each Tiny Little Paint Chip.
Each Little Color Particle.
Crowds Of Onlookers Of Nothing Special.
Littered Spectacles Of Anti-Social Tendencies
That Final Routine Before They Put Us In The Ground.
A Feeling That We Are In This For The Long Haul.
The Never-Ending Road To Eternity.
