Picture-Show by Siegfried Sassoon
And still they come and go: and this is all I knowâ€”
That from the gloom I watch an endless picture-show,
Where wild or listless faces flicker on their way,
With glad or grievous hearts Iâ€™ll never understand
Because Time spins so fast, and theyâ€™ve no time to stay
Beyond the momentâ€™s gesture of a lifted hand.
And still, between the shadow and the blinding flame,
The brave despair of men flings onward, ever the same
As in those doom-lit years that wait them, and have been...
And life is just the picture dancing on a screen.