A Stop In Time

A quiet day sneaks behind you as the world is but the same. The predictions to your beginning were nothing but a lapse of decay. Seeking for a sense of purpose, we confine ourselves in such a relative time, But this is only for the end of mechanical function, A glimpse of a kind-hearted soul lit up the tired room. The spark of life set in the people around as they fly. The infinite sky stretched a little further, To those who couldn't remember meaning.