Dazed today

Felt like writing earlier,  
since then I've dispensed my inspiration  
into a couple of tin cans  
and abandoned the sensation.  
Lost my train of thought, at  
least the desire lingers,  
so let me exercise my brain  
through the dancing of fingers, the
confession of my triggers,  
my obsession with the crippling  
thought that the universe's time line  
is so ultimately bigger  
then them red and black figures  
representing digits  
that we all aim to reconfigure.  
Rather than gain soul, love and knowledge,  
that save us from getting sicker.  
 
There is, but one minute to live.  
Your brother is dying and what do you give?  
Not a dollar, not a pence will  
safely take out the shiv.  
Even a hundred  
million dollars  
and he'll never forgive.  
He simply needs a promise  
that you'll occasionally holler his name,  
that plus a hug and vow of love,  
the only things to help save  
you both from the clouds that churn,  
painting the threat of eternal regret colored haze,  
you reaffirm him  
and what would you want in return  
as he slips into his grave?  
No amount of money  
would ever lessen the burn,  
this is a lesson I've learned in spades.  
Just a quiet moment with a loved one and their blessing will  
stop your world from turning like the nozzle  
of a beer spout, I don't need any dollars  
to figure it out. The human soul and it's  
contents are life's most valuable house.  
Spoken from a poor man,  
of this there is no doubt.  
Dazed.