Some change,
some day
will take all the pain away.
Until then
have to stay,
like a hunter on the chase.
Some days,
some ways
feel more like prey.
Something in pursuit
and there is
no end to it.
Keeping just ahead of time
is a losing race.
Capturing the moment
in mind
is all it takes.
Praying for a moment more
is a futile game.
No one ever takes first place.
Take down the bull.
Feed and multiply.
Victory is short lived.
From the corner of our eyes
we see time
lurking along the treeline,
stalking us,
and we know
one day
it’ll all be over.
Some say
some stay,
but all the good ones go.
We are only here today,
no promise of tomorrow.
Some fade,
some pay,
and yet we end up either
predators or prey,
but we change roles
along the way.
Life is such a silly game.
Human rules
in a cosmic interlude.
Who says it’s true?
Do we really know
what we can do?
Some change,
some day
it’s gonna come
one way
or another.
DJR – 2023
