Forcing the Pace

It’s dawn without a switch

Never jealous of, but vexed at the rich.

In the mirror, I see my face

with anguish causing it to deface

Keeping the pace is no news
Let’s face it, situations-
sure can stand the pace
always up with a lark
to show my pace, yet-
its unhinging relic
creates funeral panic.

The pace of life and change is very fast and fierce
while steady pace lays the poor.

Call it the end time
war and riots,
with a sister in between, Terra
resulting in the release of delta forces.
Gale forces merging into hurricanes.
Amateur teenage girls turning mothers,
bearing like birds, mostly premature.
What more can I say
but for you to fill out the space....

Dull my lines
But let it be dawned on you.
It's crystal clear,
Forcing the pace is our trademark.