Meantime

Justify the means
to tolerate the meantime
Sifting through the ends
to get through the in between times
Counting the days
of redemption to return
Kindling the fires
'til the Earth no longer turns
Giving away no ammunition
to the enemy's blind ambition
Bow to no one's intuition
but my own
Smile serticiously
as the world fades
Laugh as the winds of change
blows it away
until everything
comes full circle
in the end