The silent passing of a moment there and gone Profundity in clustered procession Personified in inevitability There and gone And what of these moments A dream made from a moment Fashioned in the beat of times drum Fading as the reverberations, silenced with yet another Drumbeat, and what of these moments? A life, a fantasy Never was it just a dream to me Gone reality, these moments and what they meant to me A dream made from a moment Reaching out for the answers hidden from me What do you hear when all you see is lies? Sickness clouds your nose and Reality crumbles at your touch, to reveal circles that lie useless