every instant second a suspension of forever   a frail continuous sequence spanning over lives   blindfolded by stars we roam in our realm   striving to the very last   dwindling at the most      marching in the waste we produce for living   tending to forget we are not the lasting kind   every day we die we are slowly decomposing   the steps we take upon the earth   will be worn and lost       as the moment elapsed we walked in slow motion   denying the tide we'll find our devotion      possessed by our possessions we deny the present   in the gallery of achievements we look upon the past   and as the moment passed away recalling the restraint   counting and weighing the amounts of our breaths   but strong in the knowledge of our lack of purpose      by learning the fear and gaining our composure   content at the surface descension to come   peace in aloneness although all will be lost       as the moment elapsed we walked in slow motion   awaiting the tide we'll lose our devotion