We try to hold on to,
We try to capture;
We take a photograph,
We write a paragraph,
We paint a canvas.
Yet moments, like memories, turn into perception;
We give them presence, we give them reverence,
We create them, we forget them.
A certain light moves, on the corner of the wall;
A familiar melody makes your heart recall.
A warm feeling rises from deep inside your soul,
A fragrant flower blooms and reminds you of it all.
We try to erase them,
We try to heal what we can’t forget.
We try to escape those moments we were blind;
We try to bury them in the back of our mind.
For every moment you’ve experienced,
There is a moment you have not touched yet.