Each passing moment
we gamble

a continuous fight for progress
disguised simply as
change.

Each passing moment we
question,
though speak without thought
or act
without reason.

Each passing moment
we could lose everything --

including our minds,

some addicts must die
so that some may live,

and the criminals and the whores
and the mad dogs,

beautiful creatures of the underworld
expedited
from this social acceptance
named humanity.

Each passing moment
for some,
floats on by
without recognition.

Each passing moment
we are living,

though some of us

just plain

dying.