The Black Hole of Time

There's not enough time.

Disappearing into the darkness,
Collapsing to an unknown fate.
There is no escape.
The universe ends with all falling in,
Squeezed infinitesimal.
All that came before is gone forever,
Information transmission forbidden.
There is never enough time.

But - a place not a thing. No thing.

Dive through the one way filter,
bigger on the inside.
Dark without, bright within.
Step into the shadow,
Blown out into a new big bang.
Behind is the past. The future is ahead.

There's never (not) enough time.

the man who'd been sleeping rough

It's difficult. It's very tough.
I said to the man who'd been sleeping rough
To sit within a fragrant breeze
All among the nodding trees
That hang heavy with the stuff

He threw his arms around my neck
He brushed the tear from my cheek
And held my soft white hand
He was an understanding man
He did not even barely hardly speak

-Nick Cave, Easy Money