Hevel (1)
Lifes fleeting moments
Lifes delight shine
Even if manufactured by the wicked
Reminder of a life cancelled
As a breeze of smiles and hugs
Ignoring decades of non existence
Whereas a man would take a moment as casual
I take it as a rarity
Does one gaze in awe before a sunset seen 100 times?
Should I envy those who do? or fates ill management of my existence?
Disregarding that nature come as a seedling through rock and asphalt
Smile. Wear the mask of civility. And drink of lifes fountain in starvation or the dehydration of the soul.
As an observer and sometimes a participant in a vaudeville play or twists of skin and smiles of embrace of fleeting engagements.
There in a glimpse of sunrise and gone in a sunset of goodbyes.
Life is fleeting. Hevel. We still yearn and breathe for it nontheless. A breath of normalcy in a desert of solitude.
Human. Social creatures that embrace in loneliness.
