Within each frame we all exist, Each moment frozen each picture split, Though one may differ from the last, The minute changes become our past... At first glance they will look the same, Too hard to notice the slightest change, So view each one as it filters light, In feet per second to see it right... As your passing between the frames, One's before it become the blame, The one that you thought would be the end, Becomes the one you are captured in,,, Until that moment of time has passed, You feel you own it just like the last, So the empty frame that still lies ahead, Can accept the change in your life instead ...
