Many of them spend their lives searching for a way to live forever.
That’s sometimes all they think of as they stand there alongside the river.
The melody’s always playing, though they have to get on with their lives,
like a neighbor’s TV one can only turn off through crime or insult.
A theme that cloys and pervades while this man suffers and that woman thrives.
It abides by them and endures them through reaction, stasis, revolt.
They retreat, they stay put, they advance in the name of eternity –
or at least for their miniscule Abschnitt of time and space within it.
But they’re apt to balk and whimper before that daunting enormity,
slowly reconciling themselves to their limited human minute.
[Next: The Appointment]