Sunny in San Diego

Winners lose but losers win. Everybody dies but not everybody lives. Should the eyes sleep or the body rest or would a night out complete the moment? The answer never speaks the truth. Hollow moments haunt the rain when dust follows pain. Needles and pins crash down hard
or do words sing rhythm-less choruses for no reason at all? Eat the moment but not too fast.  Fight till the death but sometimes it’s better to flee and draw another day.  Friends and enemies, enemies and friends, sometimes the hate describes the life but the love sparks the lonely thoughts.  Where will it end?  Where did it begin?