Untitled 156 - by pat ashcroft

One of my favorite past time is putting two fingers against my temple, cocking the thumb and watching the universe go by.

And what I learned on my late nights travels as a cosmonaut is this:

No matter how big the star

Or how small the planet

We all have somewhere to go in the end.

So what’s the point of making a marathon a race.

Even if our two left feet brings us turned around, and life becomes to much.

You gotta keep moving on

Because its not worth letting Thanatos win, and paying an over price boat ride.

So wether its your god above

The demons below

Or your broken soul

You better look to me with blinding faith, that it’ll be ok.