There’s nothing in your future besides death that awaits you here
The road has been blocked for the past few generations
Domineering personalities entangled in hushed librarian undertones
You are private property long since forgotten
As the weeds overtake what little land you once occupied
Amid the interval of mother earth and father sky
Blinks an hourglass
Blinks a lifetime
Sand and hopes
Your time has run out
And there is no grain of life left