In The Moment

lines are being formed from the face and hands eyes, feet & hands when will we ever seem to learn to understand through a variance to a dream voices scream a whole host of angels surround me the lines permeates the very fabric of my existence strong delusion for those being tested you had your moments in the sun with a bit of fun caviar with lobster tail on a bed of rice it will make you think about things twice another chance at which to roll the dice these are desolate times yet we often settle for ill but faded rhymes then I look in the mirror I'm in the moment times has elapsed for a space in which to relax we have been captivated by a smile cause we knew all the great while solace is the residue of it's timely vortex an explosion inside that made me realize there is a tender meaning of our existence you are a mere shadow of a deeper reflection through the vast expanse of the moment we can learn one soul soars while the other one burns you just might have to wait your turn the village queer is always stern in his approach as if a lost seagul heading outside on the coast savor those tender memories with both family & friend hopefully someday you will all understand ?