We Dance the Dance of Moments P.O.M. July

We dance the dance of moments

Remembered and forgot

Things we thought were vital

Now we find were not

Our history once completed

Will surely come again

Tests we thought we’d beaten

Are no longer ours to claim

For all things they have a cycle

Within the test of time

The good the bad and in between

Each has unique designs

So what then of our future

Will we relive the past

The only things that certain

Is all will come to pass

For we dance the dance of moments

And there is little more to say

Except some we’ll remember

And others fade away