Somewhere In Between!

I wonder if it's time that moves forward

Or if we simply imagine it's motions

As if the past was a fabrication of our minds

Like an illusion born out of our perceptions.

Yet between the time it begins to the time it ends

We learn to love and as we judge we learn to hate again.

And through these passing images of time

We capture stills of instances we can't leave behind.

Like all those moments of first sights.

And the glorious memories of first nights.

It's seems that time gives us these moments of perfection

Filled with passion and dreams of infinite devotion.

But it's only when we refuse to take them for granted

that our lives becomes filled with these moments in time.

I wonder if when we'll finally realize

The value of a moment held in time

We'll allow ourselves to perceive

Our lives as the product of our dreams.

And from the time it begins to the time it ends

We realize how meaningless they are if we don't achieve them.

Still through these passing moments in time

We hang on to those we should have left behind.

Like all those moments of last sights

And the tortuous memories of last nights.

Through all these moments of passions

That makes up the fabric of our lives.

I always dream of that first moment of perfection

Through which life took us out of time

To somewhere in between.