Poem

LAST MINUTE

Clock is ticking
Time is running
My heart is racing
My hopes are fading

Gazing on the lonely road makes me want home
I tried pulling together but all went apart

My dreams, my vision,  my hopes and faith
Left me without a notice
I stood in the middle of a crowd yet felt alone
The cruelty of life dawned on me
Until last minute

I flipped through the pages of an holy book where a word hit me
Go in this thy might and do exploit
Meaningful yet meaningless
Grabbed the statement of the last minute and ran to the holiest
For interpretation or intercession
Indeed, last minute, not of the lab kid but of the supernatural man
Last minute of grace and testimonies restored
For last minute of mortar defers last minute of immortal.