There are two voices (among the many) in continuous opposition,
always finding their way into a mouth or two or three of the
hungry tongues and teeth and lips of this place:
"Why spend time chasing when you are nothing but
a bag of bones prattling along the path to a concrete slab?" says the one.
Says the other,
"Yes but this is life, jump in!
Join the fray - play. For the time - there is only so much."