We are Dynamic.
Every minute we remember
To breathe,
We are living.

We are Changing.
From one instance
To the next,
Time is passing.

Amassing,
To all the moments
We felt alive –
Simply to feel it once more –
Just one more time.

If only it could be real.
But it is not
Because it is all a lie.

With some attention,
You can feel the drifts
Of change in each second
Which passes by –

Each instance,
Its own memory –
Which can stand still
Alone in time,
While carrying with it
The next one nearby.

All so you don’t feel
The spaces between these moments.
And you’ll only ever feel it
As time passing by.
To give you the impression that:
We are dynamic.
Every minute we remember
To breathe,
We are living.

We are changing,
From one instance
To the next,
Time is passing.