Each

lost in thoughts about life

Each thought
like a grain of sand
slipping away from me
through the creases of my hands

Each Blink
The shutter of a lens
ceased
Captured in my mind,
like vivid morning dreams

Frozen
like a foot print in the cement of a freshly paved sidewalk
other moments go so fast they're almost didn't exist
leaving me gripping
then I just let go

Each Reflection
leaving me wondering which image is the true reality
wondering why this is the only way we will ever see ourselves

This Life
We are are the creators of our own time
the time that we are given
in this vast universe