23: metal medals

for the golden truth to be awarded.
Special effects, static transmission - all just minor distraction
until the time sweeps by
and takes the dust
off our weary face and shoes.
Perspective's lost in our hide-and-seek game
but noone's bothered to find it.
The scale of things
grow eventually smaller
while the finishing line is crossed only for a moment,
that flashing moment where statements are proclaimed.
One last look at the days that rolled by.
our living soap opera
that never ceased.

The knowing of what happens
in a subtle joke.
we live for today, tomorrow will dwell.
Our bodies buried, our souls to sell.