Nothing Sacred

I thought somehow it’d be different (naive)
That things would one day change
Yet everything remains

Spring, Summer, Winter, Fall
The hands of a clock
Turning, ever turning,
Whispering the secret of change
To deaf ears and blind eyes

A dream of a dream and hope of a hope
The ever present continuum
Life moves forward
We rush to catch what little we can

Hold your breath
Hold on tight
Lest it pull away
And you lose your kite

Everything changes, nothing is constant
Except here, now, it’s lasted a lifetime
A lifetime more remains
Unless there’s escape

Which route? Which hole?
You pout.  You pay the toll.
Still here.  Still stuck.
Dragged into the muck,
Sinking in the mire

Driving around on four flat tires
Bent rims singing hymns of despair
Bruised shins wailing a nightmare


About bkreuch

I like to read, I like to write, and I like to make people laugh.
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