Somnambulism and dream states
and the blissful memories
of those times left the left
irate
and the right jury of those miseries,
for having thought too late,
having been lackluster too long
to remember to wake, to remember to pay
there stood the ticket master beckoning them on.
His tremendous gravity tugging viciously
at heart strings and empty pockets.
Their grief, pain, dismay, compelled them angrily
but their thoughts never erred and tick tocked.
one defiant step forward tempted rebuke
one disheartened step back accepted doom,
and standing still was like taking a cyanide pill.
Still the ticket did warrant sorrow,
but what they could have been apart of,
will they ever know?