Time's not a river; more like a landslide
Arrows in quivers, breaking inside
Every shiver, molting a new life
Needed and given, stride after stride
You're always catching up
You can't be helped to respond to what is already gone
You're ahead of yourself
Lapped by your ghost on the life track
Short rope in the well
Unraveling more for more slack
You're a flaming caboose
Punctuating the past
Flagellate prop in the juice
Bringing up a fast pack's back
You're always catching up
You can't be helped to respond to what is already gone
But walking, according to physiologists
Is a controlled fall forwards
Toddling to tottering
All of us are always one step from
And one step toward
But life's just like that
Languages grow at the rhythm of walking pace
And every idea you inhabit
Is seconds behind your Original Face
You're always catching up
You can't be helped to respond to what is already gone
You can't be helped to move on
Pushing the river that started this song