The Tally

Losses and gains,

losses and gains.

Gottens and gaves,

losses and gains.

Knowing or living,

It all stands and stays.

The losses and gains.

Childhood magic traded

For 'sponsibilities, tragic?

Yet the tally always remains.

Losses and gains.

Words on a page,

‘once upon a times’ and the same,

Turning aside and then to abide

by assigned roles we're given,

as actors on that stage.

Abandoning the audience for the actual preponderance

of life so full and so real and so strange.

Yet the tally will still remain.

Those Losses and gains.

The Truth becomes truth becomes lost into lies,

as lies become lost become truths become same.

Losses and gains.

From fears so large, and dreams as wide,

and those terrors uncertain alongside

excitement unburdened,

all will seem to bow down, to give way:

to the plodding monotony, never-ending unstopping

of day after day after day.

For time straights on, linear,

Till then it's not.

Returns can again.

And words can a lot.

Those words on a page begat words anew,

to bring on the old nightmares and dreams

all strange yet still true.

For thus our tally remains.

The gottens and gaves.

Knowing and living,

loving and thrilling.

Same as same for same.

Our losses and gains.