Dwindle and wither awaynAlong with the hours and days.nThey evaporate, to say the least.nA little bit more than we neednFrom the coat tails and their office talk,nLike the clockwork of the Oxford Clock.nCollectively everything making the world go around,nSo we’re told.nnWhen your on some high, nIt all amounts to a long way down.nThough along the way you might die,nAs life turns out.nCall it what you like.nnCome one, come all.nYou all should know.nDon’t shy away, nCome see the faces.nThat bleed the same and came from one.nLet what you hear ring in your eardrums.nnCome one, come all.nYou all should know what is hard to see.nWhen you aim to please, but shoot to kill,nAlarms are the last things to ring in their ears.