We All Have Our Moments

Dear Blogosphere and residents of the Interweb,

I have written a poem. It may or may not relate to this bunch of bananas staring at the clock.

If I had a minute, I would disappear. If I had a moment, I would not be here. If I had the time, I would spend it away. I would like to leave, if I had a day.

If I had a second, I would cease to exist. If I had an hour, I would change into mist. If I had an afternoon, I would shrivel up. If I had a morning, I would just give up.

If I had an era, I would dissolve into the sea. If I had a decade, I would simply cease to be. If I had a month, I would not be near. I would go away, if I had a year.

I have not these limits of time, in fact, too many moments are mine. For an eternity my soul will exist, I have no option but to persist. It was not my choice to be, but I am here, as you can see. If I can not choose to disappear, then I will make the best of my life while I’m here.

Thank you for reading. If you did not read it, then thank you for considering it. If you did not consider it, then what are you doing here? If you do not know what you are doing here, well, most people don't.

-Piper