every instant second a suspension of forever
a frail continuous sequence spanning over lives
blindfolded by stars we roam in our realm
striving to the very last
dwindling at the most
marching in the waste we produce for living
tending to forget we are not the lasting kind
every day we die we are slowly decomposing
the steps we take upon the earth
will be worn and lost
as the moment elapsed we walked in slow motion
denying the tide we'll find our devotion
possessed by our possessions we deny the present
in the gallery of achievements we look upon the past
and as the moment passed away recalling the restraint
counting and weighing the amounts of our breaths
but strong in the knowledge of our lack of purpose
by learning the fear and gaining our composure
content at the surface descension to come
peace in aloneness although all will be lost
as the moment elapsed we walked in slow motion
awaiting the tide we'll lose our devotion