the daily run

all must depend upon the will of time
there are some kindnesses that we would grant
to let the world be more than we would vaunt
a smooth similitude proclaimed in rhyme
and though the words have music when they chime
there's something that we know must still enchant
a better vision clearer than the gaunt
heroic self that we set on the climb
above us there are buzzards that still wait
on failing step and watch for the last fall
we know their meaning and on we must press
in hope that we will reach the summer gate
and find our welcome in the happy hall
where each receives the prize of their success

let the cycle change

the magic bird awakens from its sleep
we do not name the moment but we see
in sudden recognition by degree

that things are moving in the furthest deep
we understand it is too late to flee
the magic bird awakens from its sleep

so much we learn has come to us too cheap
has fallen to our hands from every tree
but now upon the shore of the last sea
the magic bird awakens from its sleep

restoring the outcome

you want to name the moment of the fall
but cannot wait to see when we must rise
that's not enough to halt the needed call

so when you see us break up the last brawl
there's nothing left here for you to despise
you want to name the moment of the fall

out of the darkness no more insects crawl
there's silence coming from your vaunted spies
that's not enough to halt the needed call

you needled us to act and hoped we'd stall
confused by all the horrors and the lies
you want to name the moment of the fall

the monster's hidden by a coloured shawl
and does not seem a terror to our eyes
that's not enough to halt the needed call

this is the time when we must leave the hall
and ask the victim to reclaim the prize
you want to name the moment of the fall
that's not enough to halt the needed call