Time

Peculiarly we plummet as raindrops of glass,

From the void.

Each second accelerating, metamorphosing past,

Redeployed.

Incongruent colors clash imploding,

Who are we to be?

Stagnant remnants condemned or,

Sighs of eternity?

Persisting on we make this choice:

The truth.

Embrace our conscious expedition:

Extant youth.