Timelessness of Change
The ever-flowing change
Memory is just a reminiscence of yesterday,
And our dreams are our hope for tomorrow.
And how intricately our lives are woven in these moments of past and future.
We write and erase, hoping to erase what we can't.
Trying to hold onto those times, but they slip away like grains of sand through our fingers; the tighter you try to hold them,
the more they fade.
And when you open your fist, you see only a few fragments, shining here and there.
We try to find and hold onto ourselves in the ever-flowing current of time.
But change... the change... and the change— is the only reality.