As I sit in my gilded prison
Anxiety rattling the bars with her baton,
I pray for those in far worse jails,
With far worse jailers.

Yesterday
I had the time of my life
And it was amazing.

I roamed the ends of the earth
Consuming all I experienced
And touching those I love.

Today
I am having the time of my life
And it is amazing.

A specter roams the ends of the earth
Consuming all it experiences
And touching those I love.

Tomorrow (if granted one more day)
I will have the time of my life
And it will be amazing.

They say you can see the infinite
From the windows of your soul

And you must keep them clean
To gaze upon the face of God

Yet the holiest of places
Are full of stained glass

I do matter,
Yet not the way I think
I matter when I think
I do not matter.