After Eternity

Sixty seconds moved like frozen molasses on to a hungry man's biscuit. When I was five years old. We lived for candy and ice cream. We worried about eating our greens. Now, we beg for minutes, willing to pay for a moment of solace and silence. Our minds run faster and dream bigger than our bodies are capable of doing. But we do not listen. The hunger grows meaner and the appetite becomes ruthless. Greed digs its roots into our souls. But we'll never stop. We'll never have enough attention. And after eternity ends, we've ate our greens and finished our ice cream. I'll be sitting here begging for frozen molasses. With a biscuit in my hand