Grieving what was
Not knowing
What is will soon become what was
It all becomes memories
Without knowing
Uneventful events should be cherished
Connectedness and passing time
Intertwining one moment to the next
Why don’t we realize that it will perish?
It is unknown when something is the last until it becomes a memory past
Embrace it all, for change will come
Tick, tick, tick
It always ticks away
The end will come to another day
The days are long
Yet they fly by
Wishing what is, was
Sadness falls upon the changing world
Connecting, evolving, revolving around
What—Is—Was
Connected
Weaving from the past
Connection between what is and what was
Connection will last
The Road Less Run 