Life is nothing more than a series…

 

Infinite moments, full of infinite possibility, rolled up in the interpretation of a finite mind!

The way your cheek’s lifted and your head tilted, those moments are my favorite kind!

I hand off the flower’s left unreceived, that lay beside a dusty couch deceived.

The beauty prescribed now simply hides beneath an aura best inscribed.

With one kiss, all of this, will erode, like a toad, broken from a spell, instead I am forced to swallow a supposed self made hell.

 

Life is the recognition that power dissipates, like a blizzards shower, upon meeting the pavement of a highway during summer hours.  That no matter the downpour sure to ensure, the greatest assault can be deterred.  The mightiest creation is not weak, that nothing can compete with evolutions streak.  

 

Where is the perfection that I chase, stationary in circular haste?  The leaf wilts as your head tilts.  Thoughts sink upon the brink of recognizing that my gate has transformed hope to hate.  Ironic that my current mate was the result of predestined fate.  Perceived calculation from those you love, who took my moment and made it finite upon that night.  Five minutes late, transformed a month, that resulted in this sickening fate.  Five minutes changed the outcome for which all of this I create.      

The way your cheek’s lifted and your head tilted, those moments were my favorite kind! 

Infinite moments, full of infinite possibility, rolled up in the actions of finite minds.

 

Life is nothing more than a series…