Nothing
Stays the same.
In the blink of an eye
Seconds slip away
Another minute, another hour
Another day
Try as may, clocks tick away
And nothing stays the same
No constants or certainties
Life often is a game.
In and out of intricacies
Parallels are patronised
It may look or feel the same
Except it’s sanitised.
Everyone is different
Reactions are ratified
I look for some consistency
And I am not satisfied.
Wherever there’s another
Sister, brother or a wife
To and fro joins the flow
Some say such is life.
Metaphoric minutes
Turn to hours and days
The understanding misty
Just another phase.
Where has my life disappeared
Did I miss the last train?
Time stands still for no one.
These are the words to my refrain.
When I look into your eyes
I wonder where you are
Have you headed west again?
Driving in your car
Nothing stays the same.
Will I ever learn the lesson?
I sit here and contemplate.
Life’s a one-chance blessing.
©
David Rudder
2023
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