Caught by longing 
for the future to be met
for some fleeting reason

Not such a wise thing to do

Knowing

That when it is reached
it will be 
at its own end

.

Yes, 
the present lived
sometimes wished to be stagnant 
drenched in beautiful soft scent 

.

Would you know if I say
you are still here?

close 

With black strings and a stones smooth hue 
that sometimes looks black
or blue


Yes,
We Exist