Market Rate

I have no particular defining grace
Just a slowly moving target
as unlike myself a moment ago
as some stranger on the street
moving through this time and place
Water pouring, wind blowing
Ask me who I am, I'll ask
to know the time, the seconds ticking
Not to worry, in the moment's question
I've become another

Only knowing what I've been
Bargaining for what I may become
Yet bargains, once they're made
are often debts to pay
at rates of interest far too high
Transactions over which we haggle
Negotiating who's advantage
sets the price, when the note is due
Markets, only vaguely understood
determine you and me

Constant fluctuation, too much supply
sometimes no demand
So my thoughts still flicker
like a faulty tube, a loose connection
This slowly moving target
against a sea of market change
Looking for another grace as undefined
Variable as mine, and yet
less shy, more market wise
A better judge of capital and risk

My eyes hold yours, but only
for a moment, then they're gone
to another corner of the room
Speculating at a greater distance
A price beyond my current means
to say hello, ask your name
But, then again, I'm changing
from the man who held your eyes
You saw all there was to see
to know and then moved on