Life has come to take form of so many things to me,
Sometimes it feels like an ocean, other times like a small creek.
What is life? What does it all mean?
In my humble opinion, I simply think its all destiny.
Soft, melodic, woven memories, that make the past forgettable,
The future unsure, and the present, well sometimes expendable.
But what is the truth? Few of us can remember our thoughts as a child,
Few of us can hardly remember all the things that make us smile.
What I think it all comes down to, is now,
Simple, present, that goes from future to now, to past. So father time can take his bow.
So I believe, the true way to appreciate your life, is to enjoy this moment,
This very second, for it all goes by too fast, our measure of time so potent.
So laugh a little more, treasure what you can recall,
and take it all in, before the last call.