Time
The elusive stream
There are people like us, right Like you and I Stumbling through pockets of time Sometimes aware Sometimes completely dazed Breaths being taken Sighs so deep Yet not nearly aware that the moments gone Were all we had. Once lost, only their loss remains There is no repeat That time compensates No matter how much you put at stake. The choice wasn't ever to make them stay Even if their vessels Round as circles We forever create In the hope that this dimension Might bend to our haphazard ways If we but attempt to savour their passage Would they reward us any better Than a wayward stroke of fate? Do we meander through its paths hoping for miracles Or epiphanies that soothe our dismal state Or just give in... Too alert to its quest And for the rest, lost in a haze where sleep prevails, Dreams leading us astray Yet aware that we move, While being completely indifferent to how we are left entirely changed.
@Maryellen Brady 💗📚 thank you for the restack 😍💖
This is exactly what i was thinking about yesterday, you framed so beautifully!