Your call

let it come my dear

better lead a life
and know it precarious

than insane boredom
of security
of abiding by rules
actually behaving like mules

the monotony
lethargy
and being carried away
on the same pony
of time
where going astray is a tremendous crime

whom are we fooling
we live for hours
days
months and years
yet die in seconds

you cannot overcome
and run
run
run
it will catch you anyway
the undead
of time

you cannot fight it
with the broom-
-stick of your existence
there is no magic that will keep you
flying
away from your doom

it's a theatre
you have a part
to play
and when the curtains fall
you cannot stay
depart
pass the baton

and that's your call