It Only Seems Like Forever

As if you could kill time without injuring eternity. - Thoreau

sitting at the kitchen table, the one with coffee rings like those inside trees

staring out the window

the crows outside are squawking and kicking up a fuss

waiting for a winged, march bus as they curse and cuss

engaged in an early morning ruckus

i contemplate my mortality

is there really a heaven and a hell

where does my fate lie

should i care when i die

is it a sin to even doubt

praying to god, i raise my voice to a shout

what's the truth

did a virgin really give birth

did dinosaurs walk this earth

does faith determine my worth

have i got it right or wrong

no manifesto of what they say

the crows finally iron things out and fly away

with my headphones at the ready, it's time for another song 

an eternity only seems long

Author's Note

"The meeting of two eternities, the past and future....is precisely the present moment." - Thoreau