each moment is fleeting and falling away
receding of the world, lost to the sway
and the play of forces too great to speak
who shatter the strong and scatter the weak
but still lie this moment, just out of reach
without grasp and unable to be breached
for the moment it’s noticed, it’s already gone
its boxes packed, its curtains drawn
and while you’re distracted, another comes through
and is, and was, before you ever knew.
if you’ve followed ‘til now, then you’re probably o.k.
with how each moment is fleeting and falling away