Sunday, August 2, 2009

I Ever Will Be

Today gone slipping away with each moment in time
As will tomorrow come then be the day of reality
Such was yesterday to be remembered then forgotten
Passage of time unreal yet completely lost
Leaving humanity to wonder after its transitory passing
Was it real imagined dreams of what was or should have been
Confusion of days slipping by slowly then quickly gone
With unseeing eyes is life an illusion? No answers only questions
Stumbling mumbling grasping empty hands nothing tangible
I am but sand filtering through the proverbial hour glass
I am, I was, I ever will be

1 comment:

44 Summer Stories said...

ah but sand is soft in the fingers...