NaNoWriMo Day 29 Moving Scenery
The moving finger writes – and hedges fly past.
Some of life’s moments are ephemeral, but some last
The message can’t be seen without the wall
Life is fleeting feelings, context is all
Time plays its games in clear focus years
The shorter the perspective the more blurred it appears
Seconds, minutes, moments, in tumbled profusion fly
Our gaze flips between and watches life pass by
