Awed wondering where we are and where we are going
Having surrounded ourselves with friends to forget
About time, an evil adversary stealing our lives
Luxuries we spend to make us feel
CONTENTED.
Knowingly friends do come and go
In time some of them die, some we want to die
That luxuries becomes obsolete
All new things come
The fact of life is
ALWAYS changing.
Now what remains after everything has pass
Are but memories of yesterday
Is this feeling constant over time?
Spur of the moment maybe
All of my pasts have already been
ELAPSED.
Perhaps several months before we saw ourselves
Uttering to accomplish gigantic feat, like a fire engaging
So much so we found ourselves
On the company of each other wondering about
…
LIFE.
« return.