I Can'T Catch You

On a Wednesday Or even a better day. I can't catch you. The fast paced racer Needs the best story. Rich parables and attention. The quick mess That is never soothing. My anxious ride is ending, I've changed for better or worse. But the lines and lances and tales--keep spinning. There's still winning for all. On a Thursday Or even the worst day. You want catching. The brisk tapped tapper Needs the loud presence. Poor escapes and retention. The shamed nothing That is never silencing. My belligerent ways are ending, I've changed for myself and others. But the periods and eras and echoes-keep screaming. Pain is having a ball.