A Means To No End

What can be done must be done
Open hands to catch the falling chance
Air is so dense

What can be done must be done
Time goes nowhere

Floating, the matter gets high
And burns harder
Combine the soul, the whole
Pollen and anther

What can be done must be done

Connector of nonsense
A means is what I am
Nor dawn and no sunset
Just a means to no end