Mind Racing

My mind is racing

This old body is chasing

The past’s dreams erasing

Always life is out pacing

Just trying to survive

Turn the corner to arrive

The bus just left

Everything is a second guess

Youth in the mirror

The answer is clearer

Time is a terror

Life with heavy fetter

Run boy run, grab the brass ring

Tripping in the race knees sting

Body aching as bones breaking

Nothing given everything taking

Greed brings a harsh need

Need a wind in the reed

Shrieking sound of want

Passing thoughts that haunt

Always the grave waits open

Like pacman always gulpin

One day demanding it’s token

Till then running and hoping

Broken bleeding crying needing

Fallow mind twisted and screaming

The ache inside unable to hide

The scars of a wild life of pride

Chase the wind once again

Lost in the mass to blend

Never quite able to win

Fate tosses the die again

One day dust in the wind