the quest for checking off a list
of things you think might be worth doing
before death grasps you by the balls
and hurriedly begins its chewing

there will be crowds of glowing faces
their dreamy eyes on you alone
life took you away to so many places
and finally then you will find yourself home

ideas that were nothing but scribbles on napkins
have changed the way god rotates the earth
and you, with a smile and casual ease,
will become immortal through recursive rebirth