Moving on. Getting by.
Watching the horizon change color.
Arriving, just to leave again.
This life, like no other.
In the sky. Looking down.
My world grows steadily smaller.
Below the heavens, above the ground.
In-betweening now, forever.
Brown, the land of shifting sands.
Blue, the ocean that meets her.
Heaven and Earth in a bid to command,
The translucent haze of never.
The world rolls by, as time stands still,
Saluting the marching piper.
Men go forth to fall in line,
Acknowledging a fate thereafter.
Knowing how, yet never been,
Seeing the world fall away.
The time has come for here and now,
Taking life in its ultimate sway.
*Image taken from Waterlandcapital.com