A Moment

Dying we are,

constantly tasting little slices of death.
Albeit nibbling instead of gorging.
We have become victims mired in modernization.
The ever present glow of urbanization and the illumination of crime lights has seen to that.

Hurrying we are,

constantly moving toward tomorrow.
Baby steps to giant steps back to baby steps
as you begin to realize that the journey is more than that.
It is an experience that goes beyond your ability to fully comprehend.

To be engaged in this moment is to realize that we are all connected, and death is but another moment preceded by one moment and followed by the next.