The Sands Of Time

Just some spoken word about life.

What is life? Life is a moment.

A moment that passes by.
But once it's gone, where does it go? Did it ever exist?
It's a bubble drifting through the breeze.
A lost balloon making it's way through the clouds to a destination it doesn't even know.
A scent dancing crossed our faces.
A whistle in a large crowd.
A tear in the rain.
Take out your coats and pull out your umbrellas, I see overcast.
We can't pick which days we keep and which ones we don't.
We can't store them in a shoebox for a rainy day.
They escape through our fingers, good or bad.
The words we use are now being echoed throughout our history.
Choose your words wisely, Our ancestors and future children will find our words and use them against us.
They will bottle them and sale them for a pretty dime.
The sights our eyes see are nothing more than photographs, which will be filed into our minds photo-album.
we'll be able to pull them out and review them with loved ones one day.
Strangers are people we used to know in a past life but we've forgotten the name to the face.
We pass each other on the street, never knowing that the person you've just seen was the most important person in your life yet.
Everyone seems to be in a hurry.
A hurry to go somewhere or to be put somewhere.
No one ever stops to smell the roses, maybe it's because they don't exist.
Maybe everyone has been programmed to hurry and I am broke.
My legs don't move as fast as the rest, so I must be broke.
I detached myself from this world, like a puppet from it's master.
The key is jammed in the door, it's locked either way.
In an upside down world, frowns are smiles to those who seek.
It's the only way to get kindness anymore.
We are all memories to someone. Sooner or later.