I have come
to think that life
is a far more
limited thing
than those in
the midst of its
maelstrom realize.
The light shines
into the act of
life for only
the briefest
moment-
perhaps only
a matter of
seconds. Once
it is gone and
one has failed
to grasp its
offered
revelation,
there is no
second chance.
One may have
to live the rest
of one's life in
hopeless depths
of loneliness and
remorse. In that
twilight world, one
can no longer look
forward to anything.
All that such a
person holds
in his hands
is the withered
corpse of what
should have been.
