The days seem now to be so very brief
becoming little more than just the space
we try to fill between brushing our teeth
and make meaningful enough to still face
ourselves each morning, with our toothbrushes
in hand. There’s so little time to do things
that feel important, as time rushes
past and people do the same, the springs
on your heels are long-worn out and you
don’t know what you’re meant to be making
out of these hours the slip so quick through
your grasp and nothing looks ripe for taking.
‘Course we’ve done squat when the day’s expired.
mostly because we’re just too damn tired.
Lexical Lunacy 