NEVER HURRY

never hurry
for things that are dead
they're not on the clock
they've all gone to bed
no timecards to punch
no deadlines to meet
they've found a fine respite
a good place to sleep
in the abyss
or beyond
they never hurry
these things that are dead
they have no heartbeat
no brain in their head

as your mind ponders
these words of queer thought
do not be frightened
or oddly distraught
for time has places
for things that are dead
these varied mysteries
are all in our heads
don't dwell on them too long
although they are true
they're coming for me
they're coming for you
so, never hurry