Homo Deus

I’ve heard it said that humanity is destined for Homo Deus-
little Gods with Endless life.
So many retreat in horror-
“I would never” they say.
“What of overpopulation” another.
But in me, a wild longing beats
like an ancient memory of drums.
But not to escape death.
What I want is time.
For things well done are greedy,
and our vibrancy lacking.
It merges the countless paths
in the child’s eye
to a narrow bridge of reckless decision.
Our deferred dreams fester.
And with our last we make our due.
Weighing our happiness and worth.
Weighing our satisfaction.
But what if…
for despite Siddhartha’s urgings,
I crave and thus I suffer,
I crave for years not counted!
I crave for time ill spent,
for time without a timer,
for time to be in proper place,
irrelevant.