sooner than later

twenty cents in my purse
self obstruct to vent in curse
It's alright
Night will come
and the sunrise will gift
existence to take it's course
breathe in to discover the source
as hands of the ticking clock,
bring time closer to now
and as sands slip into an unforgotten future
the hole in my sole will mend to cure
the absence of a whole soul,
for everything must fall in place,
sooner than later.