As the time flows by,
I sit by my window and watch the rain drops tumble down,
watch them become nothing more than insignificant elements of the past.

As the time flows by,
I sit on the sand and observe the waves that erase the footprints,
observe the evidence of life being washed away.

As the time flows by,
I sit on the grass and marvel at the pulchritudinous hues of the sunset,
marvel at how quickly a day is cast into shadow as though it never existed.

As the time flows by,
I sit in my room and search the corners of my mind,
search for thoughts that have gone and dont know how to be found.