A concept drawn with strings of connections
Visualizations you hope posses eternity
I am afraid to convey the restrictions
For Eternity always meets mortality
Seeking one moment after the other
Losing the touch of what time represents
It may not be the hurdles you discover
But rather the serenity you have lent
Sour it may be
But without the bitterness, is pleasant really defined?
Amongst the apples that grow on your tree
Savor the memories as they were assigned
As you stand in a field of fruition
Reminisce from a distance
Come to terms with their cessation
And fill the void with seeds that root in existence