Poetry

 Life is just a short time of a moment that we live like it's forever. Nothing lasts that long, we just keep trying Whatever Matter changes and transform itself Why do we have to chose it be pain? Most of nights we have cried in vain There is no savior There is no prince or knight There is just ourselves lifting our fingers And digging for the light I hope it comes to shine eventually If not now, maybe in the future There is some wisdom  With getting older With our time running out Sometimes I feel That we are all dead And just living the memory Until the last minute Just a ripple in time A wave in the ocean of space I am waiting past my bedtime To science to catch up to it What will be born from our dust? Are we just condemned to keep repeating this Over and over again?