This World In A Jar

I think that the world

 is a container

 full of thoughts

 and emotions,

 constantly moving,

 constantly changing. 

The movements 

are in erratic patterns, 

in a chaotic harmony

 that does not withhold itself 

in a Paticuliar order

, the emotions

 do not limit themselves 

to one at a time,

  who knows

 what you'll feel for the rest of today,

 what exactly was rememberable 

 about yesterday

 and what tomorrow might bring

 and what a mystery emotions are.

 Confusing,

 vexing,

 rewarding. 

The thing that somewhat sort them out is the moment. 

The moment where we make the chances we take, 

it goes down in history. 

We as people make the future

 we are able to mold the moments. 

Live in the time with the people

 and the place. 

Time is recorded by the moments 

good and bad 

 Where you are,

  who you are with,

 what will happen,

 then maybe understanding the slightest bit 

will be enough 

 to understand what is right now after all,

 a moment 

worth more

 than just a moment.