In a World Where

in a world where shadows
stretch and bend, 
we gather treasures,
thinking they’ll never end 
fingers clutch at memories,
hearts held tight, 
yet the whispers of time
scatter them like light

we grasp at the moments,
the laughter, the pain, 
a tapestry woven of
sunshine and rain
but each thread we cherish,
each photograph framed, 
is a fleeting reminder that
nothing’s the same. 

we hold on to dreams
like fragile glass wings, 
hoping their beauty will
soften life’s stings
like autumn leaves in
the chill of the breeze, 
they flutter away, with
such effortless ease 

things do not linger
as we wish them to, 
they’re transient echoes
in a world askew
a promise, a trinket,
a love letter's kiss, 
are tokens of time,
reminding us: this, 

is the nature of life,
a relentless retreat, 
where we chase after shadows,
but never complete. 
so we hold on to things,
though they slip
through our hands, 
in the dance of existence,
it’s the moment that stands 

let us find solace, not in
the things, in the laughter
and joy each new day brings 
for while treasures may fade
like the stars in the dawn, 
the heart learns to cherish
what lingers—what's gone