Things pass by

Things pass by.

They slip away actually.

They do so very silently.

One moment you are here.

Alive and kicking.

The other you are there,

Dead and sinking.

You dream of things,

You dream how they will be in the future,

How they could have been in the past.

But in the meantime,

Life slips away from you in the present.

You are left with no choice,

But watch the play being enacted.

Enacted right in front of your eyes.

And more so you watch the play,

Watch it in the mirror of your eyes,

Only to realize you yourself are the protagonist of the play,

And you yourself are the villain of the acts of your life.

The speed at which they pass you by,

Is the speed at which you choose to pass them by.

The same as driving on a highway is,

The faster you are,

The faster is the car on the other side approaching you,

The faster you live,

The faster life passes you by,

Taking away time,

The time whose true value can only be determined once it’s gone.

You mourn the death of those,

Those who have passed you by,

But you mourn only to bring mourning to your own self,

Mourn your own death,

For it shall pass with you as well.

As it is with all things,

They pass.

I pass.

You pass.

They pass,

We all pass.

Because at the end of the day things pass.

Pass form one form to another,

Only to pass again.