Why is it?

In our blooming, adolescent stage of life...

The stars are not seen as hot balls of gas

but small sparkling specks of wonder

Our bath isn't a time to clean our sins

but to fabricate fascinating fantasies of the seven seas

The lines on the page have no meaning

our creations convey creatures far beyond ones boundaries 

Tomorrow, Yesterday, 10 years from now

is of no impulsive importance inside or minds

Life is just a bunch of moments put all together

to make minutes, months, & memories.