We swim in a warm red bath of pumping blood always eager to escape (note the urgent refugees who flee when you scrape your knee)
This blood swims within us trapped by a thin lipid veil as we stroll through a tranquil park on a sunny day, the way paved in blood, running through our toes like warm mud in the ebbing tide
This blood would drown us all were it not buried daily covered in pretty green grass which you slowly pass as you stroll by, thinking of the past
To the future, your thoughts do turn as your eyes alight upon a nearby urn these two thoughts brush against the hard, silent wall that stands betwixt, ever tall
The future you see is full of light, hope and progeny but this light does not creep into those eager secrets you keep
Think about them once and they engulf you whole
Think about them twice and they extract a greater toll
Think of them always and they let you pass into the gates of heaven on this great green earth.