When the fleeting moments of life linger, And you begin to dwell on such beings That once were, what are you to do? Do you marvel up high where your youths dreams still hover, stagnant and long forgotten? Should stare down unto to ground where your hopes have fallen? Fossilized, fragmented creating your foundation. Gaze into the hazy past where your hopes were high and you floated amongst your dreams? Perhaps. I suggest a different approach. Let the moments linger. Dwell for a while. Marvel and stare. When you're ready set a path straight ahead. Let those moments ride out and once again, if you're lucky you shall float amongst your dreams. When the fleeting moments of life linger, why don't you linger?










