I grasped at an image in the mirror that was never mine to own.
Held only for a moment before time took it back from me,
leaving me to decide if I should feel loss or not.

Why try to take a hold of something so immaterial as now.
For even now has passed before you know it,
and all we are left with is an empty hand and regret.

Very few can live outside of time, it seems.
Can let the moments of their lives wash over them
and cleanse away the sins of regret.

They allow the experience of life to fill them with
anticipation for the mystery of the next moment.
Even if that moment ends in the shadows of the unknown.

But in this stillness of time I sense the torrent.
which disturbs me from the calmness of my life,
only to drown me in a current I cannot dam.