A few moments in time,
Hours spent within the mind.
A few thoughts churned about,
Options battle their bout.
And hours fly by,
Yet a few moments,it is a sigh
In the clock of the world,
Yet in your herald,
It is of life and living,
Pictures, alive and playing.
Nothing can melt the thought,
And the winner of the bouts fought,
Shall be the one which decide the path.
And so chosen you will move,
Till the end,day in and minutes through.
Regret not what you chose,
World will always oppose.
And the best will rise,
When the world lies,
For the strength lies wthin,
Nothing in it is a sin-
Except not thinking
and dieing within.
And a few moments of thought,
Will mean what you fought
And what you win,Life
Is to be lived and strive
To it,we will.
the light shines the brightest
