My Lost Moment
Poem By Krupa ...
Why does it feel like the moment is mine?
Yet time is not.
Why does it feel like the past is mine?
Yet the future is not.
How can a dream that lasts a lifetime,
Be over in minutes?
Where can I find the time to dream, if not inside my heart?
How does a grain of sand survive - constantly shifting and slipping...?
Slipping through my fingers.
That is my lost moment.