A Moment In Time

A MOMENT IN TIME.

What's another minute in life's timeless game.

Born to death we laugh in the face of our own pointless shame.

A contradiction in mind that keeps us seduced
by life's faithless predictions.

What's the point in a world gone insane by its own self
delusions.

Am I just a name?

Or do I play a crucial role in life's own solution.

I am!

Yet I am not a figment of my own imagination.

Defined by the omnipresence of my conscious mind,I play the game, eye's
close and deft to to all the contradictions.

I ask her again.

Who am I?

I ask her to explain.

But she is life and I am nothing in the grander scheme of her
domain.

This is her performance and I am but an
actor playing out the rules of my existence.

Perhaps she has no name?

A figment of my own imagination?

A restless spirit searching for a cure to life's condemnation.

To ask of her the questions, 'put at rest
my weary mind'?

To marvel in her splendor, the kiss and passing of endless time.

Is my sole a thing of beauty, raised in death become divine?

What of life's crusade across the baron lands of time.

Born in to death I cradle within the uncertainty of my own fragile
mind.

Seeking answers to questions that life her
self may not define.

Searching my existence for the answer to
who I am?

Perhaps only to be revealed when in time,
death comes me by.