in this belated realization that it's a raw and cynical age
we search diligently in the rubble for relevance
just as we look where we shouldn't for excellence
and bemused by it all we find that we're in a cage

again and again we lap against the shores
of our sleepfulness as we do our chores
and hope for the echo that tells us move
even if there's no treasure trove promised

at the end of a dream we start another
at the start of another dream there's no bother
about detail or assurance it will happen this next time
it is in the nature of life to keep hoping and struggling

so now that times move quickly towards resolution
and now that contradictions dissolve in revolution
i hear the chiming of a distant bell in the far distance
it bids me move resolutely to my perpetual perch

where i shall crane my neck for metaphorical gold nuggets
So my wild adventurous friend and fellow traveller
let us be off then and be doing and let us truly be deserving
of the adoration and adulation that comes with being a winner

in victories that taste like ash because you begin to wonder
what it was all about and just who it was stole your thunder
it is a perpertual puzzle how everything only lasts a moment
and how we can't quite recall it all even though we would