Stand still and just pretend,
There’s no one else to contend
In our timeless race
To find mercy and grace.

Rays of hope were swallowed
When the morning twilight followed
After the crimson crash of dawn
That succeeded the day’s first yawn.

One day passed without using your harness
To keep yourself balanced and flawless,
So they joke and poke and stab
Having only this to nab.

As the old day dies,
As the new night shines,
The end is at its beginning
When the clocks start spinning.

Spin, spin, spin,
Your fortune in a can of tin
Using only a purple pin,
To point to your present sin.

Dare to choose to end
The world’s neglected lag
Between its treasure and its rag
Dare to say:
Not today…
…my friend…