Such and Such
What is life?
A passing of moments, here one minute
Gone into the next …never, really.
Revisit the past and chasing the future,
Is it the moments that pass …
or is it I,
like sand in fingers. Traversing ghosts, so real yet uncaptured.
Freedom, tastes as such
here, the prisons of time,
What is life.
Is it sands in fingers or …
fingers in the sand, passing by
Passing through as the sands
makes room for me
only to fall back into place.
Like I never even ever was
here.
What is life.
Need I make sense of the passing
the impermanent
the ghosts.
I am exactly this.
I was, I am, I will be …then not.
What is life, the passing of moments.