Go with what you’ve got

Getting after all or not

Not needing much

To muddle with mundane

So much sometimes

Bordering on the insane

Inane enough to notice

Not twice but thrice

That you were off your rocker

Off indeed and down stream

Drowning at times

If not for the nine cat lives

Keeping you above the surface

Or at least quickly erasing

Your memories of death

Like the lives we live waking

Returning from dreams

Which we’re certain, are not real

Unless something uncanny

Recurs into your reality

Forcing you to remember

When that had happened

Like deja vu, or a past life

Unsure of which and why

You cannot tie or trace

The beginning and end

Of an endless race together

Knowing only that you must run

And never stop

For as long as you are breathing

Heaving after, lurching

Lunging for what you see

Or to stay ahead of others

Everyone has their reasons

Expect for those who stop

And even turn around

Causing perplexion

On the faces of those passing

Who will still not turn themselves

As long as there are still more going

In their direction

Like a school of fish in a current

We are all just passing by

Idle my sigh not for me

No not for me

For I enjoy this race

And run with pleasure

Until my lungs burst