Transcendence

Time was in abundance, In plenty to chew and brew, Work, sleep or play, Yet enough to spare. Dreams, expectations, full of bounty, No tick to stir the doughty, Lifespan discarded as wasteful worry, Hurry, worry, all went to burry, I the Master, I the Supreme, Others, the ordinary held little attention, Times came and crept by, Learning shirked away at mention. Who cares? The motto was straight, Something will happen, why haste? We will surely learn as we grow Grew we sure, but not to mature. Suddenly, the uncared became all important, Time was short, work too much, With hunched shoulders I heaved a cry, Mercy my lord! I the Ordinary. Help! I shouted, but they laughed, No solace, calm or sleep, Fear, unknown induced the maddening, The end seemed not so far. Mercy, somehow was restored, Zero, I learned to ask for, Time, the ordinary, the industry & thrift, I yearn to breathe the rest of my life.