The Comfort of My Life

Plenty wonders are found everyday.
Entrancing some, and curious others,
yet magical in a way.

Realize...
just to realize how far this world has survived
with time collecting the dust and speckles of wars...
revolutions and even resurrections.

Reminiscing, dreaming and living
all being part of this neverending cycle.
Yesterday, today, and tomorrow...
a day from an exact moment,
maybe even a century.

Though these are all of an importance in life
and everlasting life,
I myself am deep in trance...
the comfort of my life is
the first letter of each sentence,
minus two, in this poem
using chronological order.
I'm in love with what you will find out,

maybe...