Time only stops for those who outrun it, no wonder this city doesn’t age.
These days are all the yesterdays, and tomorrow’s locked in a silver cage.
We rush down the boulevards, around the parks and through tall buildings,
The concrete in our lungs feels sweeter than betrayals or deserved killings.
But the air keeps changing its flow through the spaces we once worshiped.
All the unsteady boats in our neon ports look more like grey warships.
And the catacombs of our minds leak like candles burning from both ends.
The towers bend and the walls are closing in on those who swore to defend.
“If you have the courage, then I also have the courage to run even faster,”
We try to calm ourselves with these phrases to please the blue masters.
Yet – time only chases those who outrun it, no wonder we carry this rage.
All our yesterdays melt into blurry mist and the time is knocking again,
Asking to turn the next page.
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 