Where does the time go?
How do we each choose to spend our moment by moment, minute by minute?
Are there those that are in it, and those that pass life by...a vacant vacuum of body, biding time?
Do any of us know why or why not?
Is there anything other than you, you and I?
Does anyone else experience the awe of the minuscule, the tiny in-betweens?
Look for the loose ends, look for the pull
Seek always new ways to ride the wave, and learn to be brave
Sometimes I write them, sometimes I share them.