The Secret To Life
Time is but isn’t.
Day turns into night
But only on our side of vision.
For the sun doesn’t turn off
as we twist, so the moon can look like silver-white mist.
Travelling every day,
We see things the same
Even though everything is in change.
A moment lost – in the haze of this moss.
Waiting, letting life seek its fame
Will it all come to something of shame?
I, We, want the same…
To know why!
To understand this place of game.
Sometimes, the answers are clear
Like the wind offering air to all who it claims.
Can this be a chance?
An offering of energy having a private dance.
To myself, I speak.
Pretending that it’s someone else.
While living and dying in the same verse
I can only give you my true self.
The secret to life is not knowing
What comes next in this moment of glowing.
For the answer lies in your head,
Unlock it and you will be a mess.