If you are the center of your universe
and must fill your world with what you Need
to get to water it with what you Want,
What would you fill it with?
Especially if you know full well that
it wasn't made to last.
What we see in the mirror in the morning,
What we have to do to do what we want to do,
even though we have no idea what we are doing at all,
The people and things we consider precious,
The moments we can soak in when we miss a feeling;
is sewn thin with temporary thread.
It used to weave me with meaninglessness,
But slow as a spindle sheds a youth,
I begin to fall in love with Transience.
How it puts more momentum into moments
and makes less an impact of mistakes.
So with our limited lives of our limitless possibilities,
in a world we make our necessities
and douse with desires everyday,
What should we fill it with?
Especially when being full is but
a moment away from gone.