Observing Moments Poem by Mihaela Pirjol

Roses, lilies, candlelight,

The ink in this pen—everything!

They seem to have a life of their own,

Along with mine—the only one here

Questioning existence;

Wasting my living in thoughts:

With no answers.

The wanderer and the lost in his own life!

I shall surrender to this moment, observing,

The transience of all that it is meant to perish

Beneath the sky—mute to any argumentation.

What is—just is—that is all!

Everything is nothingness,

And Nothingness cannot affect me:

I am just part of the scenery,

Amongst these roses, lilies, candlelight:

All—consumed by time.