Do you realize,
that everyone I know,
you know, that ever has
or will be known,
are walking headlong towards
the infinite.
Eyes closed,
as if this life were no more
than a dream eternal.

I have stepped out on the edge,
not the none existant razors edge,
but up and out of the furrow,
plowed by the countless feet before us.
Hesitated on the mounds of earth,
we cross from the cradle to the grave
and gazed beyond the vegitable morass,
we call humanity.

Onward we march,
swallowed by the earth,
like the seed thats sown.
Blinded by the light,
gleaming from the schythes
of the harvesters of doom.
Smiling in our servitude,
numbed by what binds us
to the inevitable.