there are those we know
that come and go
in a crowd
or all alone

in the blinding tic
of a mila-sec
or the drawn out drag
of hold on a minute

there are those we know
on a tight rope
above the crowd
doing their best to cope

when the winds of change
come their way
all they know to do
is swing and sway

there are those we know
in time, froze
where they grasp the past
and don't let go

holding onto it
in pieces and bits
hoping the good old days
never quit