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