Forever Changing...

Some time was before An after was the end to see Was there a moment simply to recall? Yet to remember was there no memory… Those of all being left untouch That of which goes unheard A moment is all to leave as such Forsaken even, without a written word Perhaps blinded it be all to the sane Achieving insanity might be the way to deliverance Will focus strength be deprive, to let wane? To be prized the ultimate evil in rejoicing renaissance Because is cause to cause an older age Was it an age older, or simply of stubbornness bolder? Isn’t life a book we sought to flip another page? To seek tranquility in ever changing time of forever I guess time isn’t to be found Much like ourselves which never was meant to be A moment silent itself is afterall a silence sound Before was after the end to only see…