not being rats

in time the music grows a fuller tone
all of the echoes come to signify
a weight that has to overcome the lie
and ring within us when we stand alone
what matters in the end down to the bone
is not the shape that brings joy to the eye
but one more thing that we might not descry
that counts much more when any have to groan
let each fond moment count for what it means
not to the highest but the lesser sort
when all the world returns to the first point
all must account within the set routines
but need not give each one the same retort
since we will find the times not out of joint

rules of law

we measure light by angle and by weight
what's given us is far too quickly done
so in the end we blame it all on fate

the early bird we learn has flown the gate
this is the shortest time after the gun
we measure light by angle and by weight

tomorrow is the latest ending date
after which nobody can hope to run
so in the end we blame it all on fate

only the air is left within the crate
that is the story that we had begun
we measure light by angle and by weight

we clear the tally off the broken slate
the price we paid was high enough to stun
so in the end we blame it all on fate

you paid us off at the prevailing rate
we asked no pardon and expected none
we measure light by angle and by weight
so in the end we blame it all on fate