The Land of Opportunity Waits

The Land of Opportunity waits,
Even as your blood thins and your skin
Hangs like detritus from your bones,
Even as the walls of assurance
Close in around you,
Even as your vision fades
The Land of Opportunity waits.
Even when there is nothing to reach for,
Or when your hand has been cut from your wrist,
Even as you watch all those you know
Digging your grave
The Land of Opportunity waits.
As long as you can identify yourself as yourself,
As long as there is space to see in front of your face,
The Land of Opportunity waits.
Gather what strength you have,
If only it be the strength to breathe
And see that the Land of Opportunity waits
And will be waiting
Long after you've passed to your grave.