113. Things Change

Things they never stay the same.

Change is conquering, devouring, each day.

Change with no apparent aim,

But for to say, “Life’s a sick game”.

Raping happy moments we find,

That pass away with kind precision.

Each and every heart to grind,

In a deathly collision,

To which we are resigned.

K. Aldaya, 1/9/05