Life is fleeting,

you try to catch it in a moment.

Elusive and tricky,

it escapes your grasp.

You seize it,

release it,

and want it back again.

Only to despair.

For it’s flown its cage;

fleeing your snare.

Life isn’t yours,

it’s borrowed;

you have to share.

Making way for the new.

They’ll start the hunt too.

Hoping to win, but destined to lose.