A vision hurried in a wink,
No moment left to wait or think.
Seasons and the days have passed by,
Reminisce, as time seems to die.
What do we make of this specter?
Add the dreams that spur the melee.
Today has already turned to yesterday,
How the stubborn mind ceases to obey.
Perplexed, yet we knew it all we thought.
Often oblivious to life's simmering plot.
For sunken sailed ships we wait patiently,
A fool's garden, we adorn with glee.
Existence is nothing but a broken illusion,
Warped within this mind, knowing yet vain.
Life and its enigma, the fragment of a hallucination,
And the reality, is just a grain of sand in the flowing wave.
