That life..

That life we once thought existed. That vague memory of things to come. Looking out the window and wondering.. What would it have been like if.. The sky goes gray, black, and blue in cycles that are as predictable as the moonrise. That life that calls for me out in the ocean. That life of running around busily. Not taking in the night air. That life that all of us dream to have but never attain. That life that I'm living. My life is but a moment here, blowing away like the wind. Where it'll take me.. you'll have to see..