They say that time is fleeting
and true, it seems so rare
to find a moment that's unclaimed
seems bliss beyond compare
Then for a moment glimmers hope
reaching with your mind
then rushes in the world again
futility you find.
This poem seems so empty
a hopeless futile voice
until at last you realize
it all comes down to choice.
A choice for life and living
a choice to take a stand
against a world of ethereal pursuits
that's flavorless and bland.
Yes time is surely fleeting
scarce and hard to find
instead of taking hold of all
seek a moment at a time.