That overlooked, we become
Tracks us down, like a hungry wolf
Eventually catching up, devours us
Leaving nothing, but itself
That forgotten, returns
Haunting us, night and day
When least suspected, it floods back
Taking with it, all we protect
That which we pretend to be
engraves its name upon us
for all to see what we have become, and
what we are no longer
And so turns the wheel
around and around
until at last
its work with us is done
Poetic Alchemist 