While we pass life by
in the fast lane,
We can flash back
through the years
(and grow young and less severe).
But when time breaks
with the snapping of threads,
We’ll crash back
to the line,
the measure we crossed,
the line where eternity
began to end.

Tell me.
Tell me when we’ve gotten past
the collision, the impact.
Tell me when we’ve overcome
the effects and the aftermath.

Tell me that we can flash forward
to the moment when the crash ends.
Tell me that the living can begin again.