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The Ultimate Goal


Seconds flow loosely, water on clenched fists

We smile and speak loud, eyes betraying our wits

Shadows hunt life, and life takes its toll

Everyone scrambles for thier ultimate goal.

 

Age wilts daisies, young seeds fill thier space

They push and they bully, all gaurding thier space

Some bask in light, but some remain dull

Everyone scrambles for thier ultimate goal.

 

Life speaks with Father, the ending has come

Some sit bloated and full, most empty with what wasn't done

The gates burst open, all see the light that was stole

Everyone recieves thier ultimate goal.

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