If only a lifetime lasted forever

then now could become a yesterday,

a lost moment brings everyone together.

Yet why then must we all act this way.

~

It would seem lives are meant forgotten

rather than holding beauty inside moments,

so quick we are to run away, call it rotten.

We somehow imagine now this our lament

~

Our lives holding only so many truths we hear,

yet time and again we might feel too near.

Our lives holding only so many truths we hear,

yet time and again we will feel that fear.

~

Yet time and again we would feel too near.

© Thom Amundsen 10/1