Time is the deconstruction of
          a moment for it doesn't
move forward is every millisecond
an eternity of contemplations
         that were we right or wrong..

But as time moves forward we
            to can move past the errors,
the infractions of our miss stepped
                              refractions.

For if life was a colour we would
              change upon every step.

Because there is never a hue of gold
   but an emotion of woeful regrets.

Remember the time we had,
   for we are never stagnant.
For to ponder on a moment
                   would ensue the folly
of insanity...

Let everything, be a moment
         moving forward..

Not in regret, but in a lesson learnt.