As time pass

I have seen a world in transition as it has always been
The journey taken often from within
Brings forth a belief there is a purpose to call
Its hard to except there is none at all
So we make our creations scream
the hope is in the universe
our efforts would create themes
in the endless field of light
that comes and goes before our insight
most will never be admired by our senses
nor will we be by their small lens
that can not see the twinkle that exist
yet we are timeless
always falling into the abyss
to come out on the other side
where the dream makers laugh in the place it resides
before our determination that dresses us in vibrations of luminous sound
that causes us to believe that what exist is real and to our fear we are bound
yet in the wonder of what it show
our only escape is to let go
there is no time
no mountain to climb
no goal to slave
just now and the chance to live before our grave

Vincent