Look carefully, focus, is that
a cathedral of dreams on the horizon
or a nightmare future that flows
inexorably toward you, with
no escape route, the price
of waiting too long, of assuming
it wouldn’t happen here, it
wouldn’t happen to you, could
be wished away, could be
ignored without peril.
What last prayers will you
offer to a God deaf to you,
whose prophets you spurned.
This is the price of free will,
a piper that now must be paid
and the only currency is all
you value and hold dear.
and your account allows
for no more I.O.U.s, it is
payment in full and
the pawn brokers will offer
nothing for your withered soul.