Times, tales, tunneling through
Perplexed, puzzling, promises new.
Thoughts, fantasies, desirable view
Deciding, acting, following through.
Moments like sand castles that wash away
Revealing minutes from seven days.
Asking, questioning, to get inside
Ultimately, impossible to see through time.
Stepping, stumbling each foot at a time
Recording, praying that memory will win light.
Enjoying, knowing its as long as it is
As you remember nothing, know this;
When we open our arms to these moments of truth
They glimmer and shine, to fast then we move.
And what remains is a feeling we have felt before
Exposed in daylight, open and raw.
Contemplating, dwelling, empty within
Acknowledging, accepting it’s the same again.
So wondering, pondering what becomes now
What happens next if next is allowed.