Thyself

Life
the unexpected
not unlike
an unexpected raindrop
on a cold day
trickling down your face
as time becomes real
for a few moments
for is it not in moments
we live
fleeting glimpses
inwards
questions cease
contemplation ends
here
now
and then
we awake
to a ticking clock
counting moments
to whatever future
that awaits us
dreams, existence, fears
hopes, desires, prejudice
all collide
eyes cloud
unfocused
a contrast
to what was a moment ago
clarity fades
quiet smile
a silent recognition
you're not an observer
nor yourself
just a distant stranger
who pretends
to be
thyself!!