So Momentary

My musings. Hope you enjoy.

Life is ephemeral,

but where does it drag you

whilst you still breathe?

Events simply pass time

in waves,

reminiscent of a morning sea

lying in wait

to prey upon the sun and its subtle breeze.

Life is love,

yet so is strong hatred

tied to the veins

of a deeply defaced hand,

forced to move,

forced to stand,

but you can love,

or you can land.

These accents,

they sure hang true to us.

Reality,

a language all alone,

where the lies told turn tides,

bringing frigid shade to our lefts;

leaving such fading light to our rights,

then begging all to choose:

Would you die to win

before you kill not to lose?

Brief is life,

inescapable is death into dust.