A moment’s reflection
Pooled in thin air.
Breathing in the dream
As time falls like sand
Between wrinkled fingers.
Impossible to hold on to
The wind forever lingers.
A pendulum swings
In the make believe
Of what we perceive
To be right and wrong
Standing in the gray
Pointing
As the pendulum swings
Too far the other way.
Returning to center
To know better
We are all the same
Grains of sand
Blowing between fingers
As the wind forever lingers.