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.
