Flat Packed Kitchens

I decided to turn around this morning, stop spooning away the day Forget about mother nature, look much deeper into the grey I could see late night approaching, and planet Earth speeding away When the unimaginable happened, God spoke! this is what he says Your journey through life is now on pause, over there’s the final shore Take a moment to absorb these words, which we both know you’ll ignore The path chosen can be known, I walked it a trillion times before For in eternity all gates are open, yet you find abstract doors Order dictates I should pull the plug, but I’m enjoying your cryptic show Every so often an aberration pops up, and I like to watch them grow The universe wastes so much time, creating infinities I already know You my friend are merely an anomaly, who goes places others won’t go Take another look at the shoreline, I should really hold your hand We’re nearly there already child, I can’t tell, if it’s a promised land The footprints are still quite fuzzy most of your life reflects quicksand Best go back to sleep for a while, maybe tomorrow we will understand I awoke later on that night, my bed seemed the other way around The stars were somehow brighter, as my head stopped hearing sounds This vision had made no sense at all, other than being quiet profound And when I put my shoes back on, sand poured forth upon the ground — By David Kavanagh