Even when… the score asks
For a goal; it’s a blunt please
Even when… the body asks
For a soul… life won’t cease

Then… the time will not tame
It accelerates asking to hurry
I refuse to play; a fixed game
Life is so rare. So, why worry?

And everyone waits for a cure
In… madness of complaisance
Everything is normal to endure
On… a sham to have patience

The world goes on, to license
Rapidly increasing… sentence
Expect of the world: Existence
As it expects of you: Patience

Is “time” the lacking to realize?
Then why do we’ve its backing?
We choose: to ignore or to care
Do not lose! Life is rare, so rare!

© Ricardo Sexton


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