Waiting Ahead-Of-Death

Waiting ahead-of-death, Ahead of the sun and moon, The closed locked clam the oyster The pearl in its prism walled gloom. The oceans retreat, Even those lovers longed to meet. Waiting ahead-of-time, Waiting ahead-of-time, Waiting ahead-of-death, …Of aspiration's footsteps, Across the street, "Every day, has new targets to beat. Just like your morning eggs", Sunnyside-up! "You wish, you'd just scrambled, Just; to get the hell-out". "Your body feels like it's been rolled-up In flypaper—hung-out" Waiting to dry, Waiting ahead-of-time, Waiting ahead-of-death, Waiting ahead-of-line, Sunnyside-up! But hell I'm not yet all beaten! I'm not yet all beaten-up. For my waiting, ahead-of-time, For my waiting, ahead-of-death, For my waiting, ahead-of-the-line Heading forwards to my life Ahead-of-time! Ahead of the sun and moon, The closed locked clam the oyster The pearl in its prism walled gloom. The oceans retreat, Even those lovers longed to meet. Waiting ahead-of-time, Waiting ahead-of-time, Waiting ahead-of-death, …Of aspiration's footsteps, Across the street, "Every day, has new targets to beat. Just like your morning eggs", Sunnyside-up!