Passing By

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