Morning wakes up
Beautiful, as always, but my dream goes…
I tie laces together for a race that never stops
Afternoon rises
Swells and bloats
Nothing better to win, no matter what the costs
Evening drops
The sunset into the lap of a trembling sea
I return to a shelter, plotting for tomorrow’s race, my place to be
Former soul
Stops talking to me, and I come to like the silence
So close to something, I understand the distance to everything else
In between
The decay shows up
I try to look somewhere else, a blindness I embrace
Because I fear
I still have so much to lose
In this lonely place, in this falling and failing world
