when upon my rounds, I encounter reality on my streets
these are your times my times
here there is no past to count on, only this stark present
true the future is up for grabs
when somebody is burnt out
only ashes to work with
these are the barren fields of humankind
harsh!” survival of the fittest”
the ancient rule that cannot bend
we might turn to that mute fellow in the sky
ask why?
the proceeds of that one-sided internal conversation
should be the living proof we all seek
do not hold your breath!
