Holy

I was watching the flashing lights out my office window illuminate the sky
I could hear the sound of thunder close enough to get my blood boiling
How could we take for granted something so powerful and holy
We don't think twice about it anymore, no we don't
But in the end the Grand Dame will settle the score
My nerves stand at attention, I have been called to step out
Into the lights of the night, and take in the wind and the rain
And I'm made new again.
Seems like such a simple equation, be we'll never master it
In our existence we've chosen to turn away and so...one day...
Will be the end and we won't have time for planning
We won't have time for thinking
We won't have time for the ones that matter
For those who climb the sacred ladder
For the simple things.
And so I type, waiting for more of the lights to carry me away
but they don't come. Look at the time piece for what may be the next step
Short bursts of energy I have longed for some time now
Only in the distance the lights are glowing.
I can smell the water in the air and wait to feel it
but does not come.
My thirst is growing panic and I hear my heart drumming
Harder and faster as the sky cracks open many miles away
The night is unforgiving. The crone does not appear this day
The shards of glass that illuminate the velvet mass
Are silent.
I am unsettled as I think on my life
A tiny single cell in a universal fight
The treachery of survival and identity overtake me
I can't think about it any more
I dare not question the purpose of the heavens
Though I can not help but wonder
Which time piece will I die under?