some move through life as if

dancing

to a soundtrack in perfect time

and others

stumble

a poem in search of a rhyme

some seem to barely budge

but are racing in their minds

others busy being busy

making nothing

burning time...

...some days i admit

i set a torch to...

play bass

stare into space

drink coffee

play bass

stare into space

repeat and replay

and all the time wondering

of coming days

are we finding ways to

turn the corner or have we

painted ourselves into one

wondering am i playing

a soundtrack to the crumbling of this

new roman empire