Random Musings...When the wind blows, and when water flows,
The days pass by as we live with the highs and suffer the lows.
Time in the essence, the joy of the presence, meek is the innocence,
Our naivety is our undoing, but, to us, does it make sense?
Growing older, our universal truth, is our common fate.
We try to ignore time as we persist, but no matter, time's passage always exists.
Prideful and no courtesy to others because our time is so short.
A means to an end is the excuse, don't take my word for it. The world's the proof.