time

TIME
it is a valuable thing
days gone by within the mind
another day lost
a whisper within the wind

WE
the people
only remnants of what is gone
against time
we are dust
eroded and passed on

STARTED
at brith,
a journey set before us
to live a life of choices,
each one with different success

TO
live like a flower,
to have a season,
a season to grow in power
to thrive
to live
then wilt and die

LIVE
is it worth it?
to live and be simply forgotten?
another name upon a list?
are we grains of sand to be swept away?

LIFE
is short
a brief moment in life
barely noticeable within the grains of time
time is running out
but until time is out
I'll continue to live