Your life passes
before your eyes
behind your back.

Your life passes
like the guy says
while on your way
somewhere else.

Your life passes as you
grasp at straws
arrange chairs
on sinking ships.

Your life passes
regardless of time zones
or metronomes.

And the insidious ticking
of your days
for the most part
marks wasted time.

1/30/03

 

Feb. 2003