Ars longa vita brevis.

Ars longa vita brevis.

There is only this moment

You know,

This…no that one

Just gone

Never to return.

You think you are waiting for the next minute

To come along

When you are not

As it too has gone.

Before you knew it had arrived

It slipped by

On the blind side.

Just like a big red bus

The cool kind

The Routemaster

With the up-winding stairs

And the pole on the platform

Which is great for leaping onto

Spinning around and jumping off.

There is a moment

You know, that one

When you can believe

You are a superhero

Or that there really is a god,

Until in a rush

The ground comes up at you too fast

And you stumble.

Hands, knees and bumps a daisy.

Have you ever skinned a knee?

I have

But I’ve never skinned a cat

One should never do that.

It is just an expression

Or so I’m told

But there is no satisfaction

In the knowing.

Even if we live to be present,

We are not.

We are always just behind the times

Trying to catch up

Nobody knows what tomorrow will bring

Or even what the next second

Has to offer

As everything should come as a surprise,

Even this.

Oh gosh did you miss it?

One second it was here

No…just there, did you see it

And then it wasn’t.

Even the essence of humour

Is lost in a retrospective.

Art is long

Life is short

Which is a phrase that might sound better in Latin

But does ring true.

Everything is over before it has begun

Starting is just a shortcut

To the end

Until that one final moment

And then

As Buddy once said

It really doesn’t matter

Anymore.