In the Ultimatum

Time is inevitable,
before we know it- its gone.
 Running or standing in one place,
we play along.
Into the perpetual irony, with or without the need. 
Tell me to bandage my cuts;
while you let yours bleed.

Some things we hide so well,
scared to be judged in the neon light. 
But who are we if not our mistakes?
A small relapse to sharpen your sight.

Standing there immobile in the pouring rain,
nothing left to lose and everything to gain.

Working to live,
never questioning the ultimatum- seems were living to die.
 I swear we love this repitition,
following in line when we should be asking why?