when future makes its final sentence
about you in your suburban [bad word] you stand over your spilled coffe
waiting to finally close your eyes

you'll no longer have to breathe
attempt to smile and touch
more tenderly than ever efore
what you inevitably lost

and then chained to the ground
world-weary staring at the sky
and then you'll know,
the marvel you've been
waiting for so long
the marvel shall [bad word]