we spend our lives waiting for that one moment
that changes the way we view life.
that one star that we can wish on in the night,
or the one time that the clock's numbers
inscribe their magic onto our retinas.
our lives are built on that one moment
that we spend so many hours dreaming about.
and they are only such p a s s i n g moments
the lust over the time kissing our lovers,
or the moment we feel the hot shower hit our bodies
or the minutes we find rich chocolate in our mouths
only lasts for s e c o n d s
all are only but a breath of time.
and just like books, all of life's stories have a final chapter,
then you're left with the epilogue.
and even that has an ending.
we wish upon a moment,
and wonder why our hearts are broken.