Crime follows crime until the gods intervene

all my free hours I wonder

who and what these gods are

 

 

Day follows day without a break

this much at least I know is true until

stark as the eclipse a free hour steals in

 

 

A runner unaware of the race

signals the smooth ways where possible

one of many I could believe flying

 

 

Impossible to catch such winged feet

speeding up like my years

I feel I'm falling to conclusions