the age we live in is,,,,,,,, a moments sun rise fading in the grass.
as we age we learn to understand the moment but its all fleeting.
we learn and grow, wanting to leave our mark on the world,
but the more time that passes the more we seem to realize
that alls that worthy is in the moment of the time we Share.
masked by our wants and desires, time unfolds and becomes
our key, but with age it all becomes empty fruit,
the only thing that becomes filling is the moment, but even
that becomes hard to reach when all those around you struggle
to make their mark. to every thing comes a season, but will
the season come to late.