Moments bear reflection.
Reflections bear distortion.
The past is never as we gaze.
Reality edited with ripples and haze.
Years float by and framed on a wall.
Steps we make to aide recall.
With each step space’s unfilled.
Moving in haste time is killed.
In our crypts seconds we save.
The years we take to our grave.
Tomorrows come as yesterday’s go.
Only to remember what we know.