We exist,
Flowing on the ocean of time.
A life is like a small candle,
Burning lower from the second its lit.
Life is a journey we take,
In a world we see as real.
A world that existed long before us,
And will exist long after we are gone.
The world is open for us,
It is ours to explore,
Ours to experience.
Experience is the true treasure of life,
Friendships,
Warm memories,
Love,
Hurt,
Accomplishments,
Chasing a far off goal.
For we have but a burning candles time,
In the ocean of existance.
For when we have run out our years,
and close our tired eyes.
Its the end of the dream.