SACRED SYLLABLE

for the afterlife if for whatever i'm lonely
i offer every homey sacred syllable
open up the mind to a new path;
protected by the spiritual
revisit our past
in ceremony we shine
life lived as ritual
thoughts give word breath
make dreams dramatically visual
new battle field everything digital
frontline still remain physical
can't remain still
live life fast
grow old or get killed
stay sane or be cynical
present made past, tell me
what wordly things are truly meant to last?
even with the last gasp,
a life ill spent few managed to witness and grasp
piety was grueling, seemed everyones heaviest task
triumphs and tribulations
ambitions never once masked
envious future and destiny ulimately did collide and crash
driven by Ome knew the dangers of cash
a rider on a cosmic trip, to me currency became trash
smashed on every experience given
livin a life far from holy
slowly grabbed on to life while smoking a stoggie
never known to slip
posted in the cut somewhere in the milky way
feeling at home gee, in my eyes
what is a life liven witout a good story?