can it be?
this life created so carefully
can you see?
the way it passes so rapidly?
all of us searching and yearning for meaning
some us find it and are actually gleaning
no measure of translating can really define
the effort it takes to digest the find
and even through there is a similar thread
no one can predict what's directly ahead
so we hold on to words like hope, beauty, and truth
and love like we're still in the days of our youth.