Contemplation

Can you see my heart beating through the hole gaping; I'm shaking like I have never been shot before with poisonous darts like I have never been under the influence before of the neural toxin needed to turn another clock into a compass that I'll use to try and track you down. As death approaches, I become more and more aware that what I have done is much more insignificant than what was neglected. A lack of action defines the human race; we are lethargic by nature. But what is love? The pursuit of (enter noun here). That is love.