Capital Offense

With our hands shoved in our pockets,

We are buying things.

With the light of day receding,

We are buying things.

With the constellations watching

And wondering

And laughing at us,

We are buying things.

Yet we almost tread upon solid gold.

We want to walk on sunbeams,

But our shadows bar us from the Earth.

Can your mortal fingers make purchase on the wind?

You reach for your wallet,

But the day is already ten years gone.

Still, you’ll pay for it at the end of the month.

You tried to buy a life and failed.

Did you blink? No, sir,

But neither did you live.

Receive your monthly charges, criminal:

You cannot buy a life.

Such transaction makes a capital offense.