Love, money, life

life, love, money

He sees it mostly
Shining through
heart as heavy as the ONE
but often it stares back so long he has to think again TWO
heaven they call it, where you wait to see THREE
most often he knows the world is just an echo of the past FOUR
you see it mostly FIVE
you see if enough to say thanks SIX
At least the past is wordless
our hearts beat faster because of it
Words make me see, right?
What happened to the light
The ground grew over me
just to hear me echoing
What was sturdy, became hard to see
hard it is then
What became annoying was added to my day
just as clean? TEN
each direction deserves a change SEVEN EIGHT NINE
A mission worth a TRY eleven
He sees it mostly as it is,
unlike the cross
unlike the day
unlike the waiting
He sees it because its unlike time
just waiting to make it here TWENTY
could I see it then?
Each breakfast turns black
the neighborhoods just sing
work sucks they know TWENTY ONE?
and then its Christmas after all
that'll be TWENTY TWO
I smiled
Mostly, I see
as if it isn't happening
as if it will never be
as time is the waiting
time is what has won
worth waiting, and worth the one
So it began but time wasn't happening
Oh, what we will eat!
Time happened and all I saw was a black cloud...leave

"god I cant believe I have to write an obiituary'
do you, see what I mean?