Moments, they will come, moments, they will go.
With their journey, what will one come to know?
Moments, they come, when they go, it rearranges
one’s perception, one’s perspective it changes.
Will the changes become a world of infinite wisdom,
or a lifetime of limited ?, or limitless ?, freedom.
Some say, the gods, will provide, will guide .
Within each cult, each religion they hide.
Men have taken their philosophies and deride.
Filling men’s minds with fears, false prides.
B. J. “ A ” 2
Copyright © William J. Jr. Atfield | Year Posted 2017
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