Beginnings

~Standing in time
Does such a thing exist
Never really a measurable entity
Fluidity confounds
Abounding hope one finds
Within the passages
Of supposed time
Catching it within never seems to be
Now here we shall see
What we will create
In our space that is free
We make it our own
Despair can be sensed
Joy seeps through
Now as always a choice
In which do we embrace
Now and forever more
One shall find themselves
Confronted with perception
A choice always
But so very few with open eyes
Really see all that there is or could be