Simple Moments

Simple moments becomingly rare As of time further away to steal Can experience conquer that of dare? Are times experienced moments never knew? How much can be too much? When alone are you lonely? As naked as bare as only as such We are our lives living yet barely Carefully falling into moments undeserved Fallen moments upon goes unloved A reason is no more than that of worth As of death to remember no more than birth Bit by bit, little by little Too much human beings are given life to go unheard The night never answers for morning's riddle Can you live fully and summarise what of dying words As I am wondering, I am aware There are moments gifted in time for me to deal My simple moments becomingly rare Am I inexperience to experience that of which never knew?