The days are like elephants, Our hearts are like ants.

We toss and turn at night, Knowing that something has passed us by.

The elephants march on, They dont need us, We watch them pass, Not knowing whats before us.

And when they trample us, We feel pressured, But we dont know why.

And when the elephants try to outrun, The clockwork tidal wave, Thats nothing more than the second hand, They limp off to their graveyard. We know something has happened, But we dont know what.

Bfk

2014 Benjamin F. Kaye