How did my life come to pass?
How changes do occur along the way
So much I did not ask
To only finding nights to begin my day
Unfounded nights do tend to appear
Finding moments through the passing of time
Real or not for images to capture
Is there truly a reality to somehow find?
Often do we leave things just as we arrive
Often we say things we don’t mean
Dying away for another reason to survive
Deepening sleep for simply that one more dream
And come shall living days we see
Remembering most of the least importance
Doing as well what need not be
And creating simply that one more reason
Have our life come to pass?
With the many changes along the way
Perhaps so much more I would ask
To the finding of nights for one more day