Eventually time consumes us all.
The last of a dying breed.
On my coffin, the funeral pall.
Time has caught up with me.
But, I am not sad.
I knew the worm would come for my soul.
I'm tired of the drama it's like a fad.
Acting is like running around in circles.
Finding comfort in the palaces of heaven.
I'm reunited with people I have missed.
I'm grouped with angels, about seven.
We fly down to earth, through the fog, rain, and mist.
At last, we arrive at a theater.
People are running around in circles on stage.
We fill seven seats and observe for the Creator.
The Worm comes out. I cry for those on stage.
