Dad Is Moving Slower, Mom Is Getting Chubby

The last few laps are passing them by quickly. More rain, the noise is diminishing, their shoes are wearing thin, the sun is heading toward the sea, the race will end soon than later they don't need bodies much longer. They are One swirl lifting upward braided perfectly, beyond words, passed the clouds upward. Going on a picnic perhaps with old friends maybe Jesus will multiply the wine, bread and fish. Jimi may play the guitar excuse me while I kiss the sky, while I see a golden ship passing by, no it's a chariot of fire Zeus is the driver there are two seats available it's been great and getting greater