Fleeting Moments

Many often remark of the length of a life How it is incredibly short How every second is to be cherished But these words I cannot swallow. That moments are fleeting When a child dies. They had their whole life Laid out and taken. Because life is incredibly long A never-ending bout of moments And memories. A collection of seconds spent alone With intermission of happiness and freedom. A relationship with a drawn out break up. That eventually you will lose. So often do we rely on the short amount of time To be inspired To face the darkness of the sunrise. However hard I choke I cannot swallow That it is all a ‘flash’ I cannot force the belief That cherishing is cherished Or It should be in the eyes of those who are saved Moments do not create a song But a never-ending bout of receipts For the occasional intermissions of memory In the constant waves Staring at the ceiling Wondering Why time would create the superfluous emotion We feel when we are with ourselves Or too many.