The Time Capsules and Me

As richness places I, I was to be rich 

Rich, rich, rich, beyond one's wildest dream 

As a man, I  was to be rich in status standing 

Standing  free, wealthy and rich as status be 

And to be that rich only warrants 

The thirst of perpetual stay, of course I concur 

Putting my weight of gain and health and all  

And all my chips on such status standing 

I concur, no one in their rightful mind would want 

To see the end of good stead, if expectation perish

Is made void, quitting while one is ahead is only 

In anticipation of a down turn in status standing

And if that is an affair of the consequence of wealth 

Then thus is void in this scenario stated, and quitting

Is a concept alien to proceedings as proceedings go 

To thus maintaining t’ status quo as status standing 

Though one as human with weakness of mortality 

This is one battle for now even the richest of men 

Can not win, not yet, though Benny Ecclestone and Paul McCarty 

Would wish so, quicker, as Jackson once did in status stand 

A proposal then to be made, in cometh the time capsule

Dry freeze and hibernated in a mid-state of death as sleep

As a compromise to science's shortfall to be awaken 

In a thousand years time in status stand

Would I still be relevant like E.T 's cool 

Keeping up with the Jones as they do 

Like Shakespeare and Charles Dickens 

In status stand, the time capsules and me