Moments.

As we move through this ocean we call life
We begin to give new meanings to our past
The seconds, the memories we wish could last
We remember them as perfect moments in time
But at the time, we were dreaming of what's to come next

We don't realize the moments we have are so dear
We are unable to notice perfect moments because
We're always looking for the next thing
We create our expectations

Only when we reminisce upon memories
That is when we say 'those days were golden'
We are too busy thinking, living, expecting to notice
To notice our happy moments in life

Perfect days, perfect moments
Are not but distant hopeless expectations
They are these simple moments
They're everywhere, they're hidden in
The daily routine. FInd them. Create them. Be them.