Pursuit

Rather a grain of sand than a snowflake

With fleeting attributes that are absorbed and lose shape

A sandy shore gives guidance to uninterrupted tides

It’s never destroyed yet is subject to being carried away

 

In and out with the ebb and flow

East or west with hurricane winds

The drift creates for future uncertainty of place

But it is the nonexistence of time and the immorality that pains

 

The latter is candid and sincerely frank

Pulled slowly south by gravity and quenching in taste

The frozen precipitation piles piece by piece

And it’s inevitable evanescence goes undoubted because of faith

 

Rather a grain of sand than a snowflake

But furthermore breaths will come to an end

Let the circumference be minuscule and existence significant

As long as the pursuit is made