Transience

A blink of the eye , and it's gone .
Gone if really ? It's existence but a con !

Memories you call them , or the past
Meant to be treasured , The Impossible to last.

Shaking off some beliefs , building a few
Shaping a new You , another morning dew.

The Positive we believe ,
Call it optimism or escapism beneath.
With the flow, we learn to breathe,
Fearing how this time  might treat .

Soon it glitters quite bright ,
Fear turning to hope that lights .
All that glimmer sure soon dies ,
But not before our closing eyes.

Yet another blink , yes it was
And soon it is all over Gone!