Conundrum of Time

Grown men competing a childhood way, Making a million dollars, Every day they play. What’s above and what’s below, Is arbitrary at best, When someone’s East, Is someone else’s West. The movies and music and the Broadway scene Are just a few, Of remakes of remakes, That they want you to believe are all brand new. Now that everything that was old, Is now what is new, It is as confusing as living, At the corner of, Sunset Blvd. and Sunrise Ave.