My time on this earth speeds like a run away train

Year’s clock on my mortal allowance as night follows day

Eventide gathers in all the paths I have crossed

Ready for reflection with a loved one

As the sun draws back each ray

Blackened lines of trees fracture the sinking globe

Like gnarled old mans fingers they hook night shadow

Dragging bit by bit, a blanket of celestial orbs

Mans’ rebellion against the dark shines on every street

Reflection consumed, household retires loosening society’s connection

Rooms illuminate and extinguish like slow sequence disco lights

Shutters come down on vision; submarines ready the dive to dreamland

My sub dives for sleepier waters to discharge yesterdays mind garbage

Clutter is rammed into torpedo tubes and fired shattering yesterdays illusions

Body moves around as if protecting itself from the explosions

Year’s clock ticks by another night until the 8^th hour of sleep

Alarms sound as trees loose their grip, nights shade flies away

Chased by first lights ray returning colour to my world

Inhabitants resume motion reverse sequence of disco lights

Staring into the mirror I see a luggage set under each eye,

As I shave each stroke my true face is revealed

Slapping with the aftershave awakens my mind to a new day

Like worker ants we leave our nest boarding our chariots

Each chariot follows another; vast lines begin this day’s rat race

Rain clouds block the sun, releasing there load, piling misery

Water hoses my face as I run from car to office foyer

Parents shuffling with children to school, form an L S Lowry living tapestry

Another speeding day has started tumbling to eventide