there are seconds that go by slowly
drawn out so that you can see them
so that they are not just a measure of time
but something you can hold onto
a tangible matter, a sizable moment.
there are minutes that seem to go so fast
you don’t know if they ever happened at all
and what we know as significant,
isn’t always up to us.
our mind decides what will linger
i’ve always wondered, where the seconds go that aren’t substantial enough to make a memory
where do the moments drift to
of a time and a place that we said to ourselves
“i never want to forget this”
only to be overridden by ones that had come after
and what we know in our minds as our lives, and as our worlds
has that been carved out of what has happened, and what has been known?
or is what we know
simply just what we are wired to believe
we do not dream at random,
our wants and desires are not given to us by our minds
they come from what we know to be true,
what we want to be true.
so where do the seconds go that have not stayed with us
and if it had been different seconds, that turned into moments
that shaped who we had become
if it had been different times that our minds believed were significant
who would we be?
so are we who we think we are,
or do we become the people that the world needs us to be
reminiscing on what our minds let us,
and letting go of everything in between.