Another Crossing of the Heart

there is a measure of pain
in any breath taken
living for today is not an option
when tomorrow comes
the sun shines on
and say hey its today

there is that knife
that keeps on cutting
at the same veins
making it deeper
and more unable to knit
but hey live and feel

love dies and another one springs forth
like a circle game its on and on
today I looked at the mirror
and I didn't know me for the criss cross
of wrinkles on my face
and my palms made hardy
by passing sand

like a cat chasing its tail
or a snail falling back
and hiding within
I pace an empty house
passing through doors
without turning the knobs

how soon now
or how long?