In this vast universe, we're just a speck,
Mortal beings, on a journey we trek.
Yet we worry about what's yet to come,
As if our actions will outlast the sun.
Writing on water, our deeds may seem,
In the grand scheme of life, just a fleeting dream.
Caught in the currents, we drift away,
Missing the present, as time slips astray.
Each day we rise, with hopes anew,
But the sands of time, slip through.
We chase tomorrow, forgetting today,
As moments pass, and fade away.
Writing on water, our deeds may seem,
In the grand scheme of life, just a fleeting dream.
Caught in the currents, we drift away,
Missing the present, as time slips astray.
Caught in the currents, we drift away,
Missing the present, as time slips astray.
But in the silence, there's a whispering call,
To cherish the moment, before it's all.
For life is fleeting, like a passing stream,
And the present moment, is but a dream.
Writing on water, our deeds may seem,
In the grand scheme of life, just a fleeting dream.
Caught in the currents, we drift away,
Missing the present, as time slips astray.
So let's hold on tight, to the here and now,
For in this moment, our true selves we'll avow.
Let's write our story, in the sands of time,
And make each moment, truly sublime.