The Pulse We Step To

Each day is a relay, a baton for tomorrow,
For adding to the dream you dream you dream is you.

Life is not a race against time, but a matter of the intention of each moment.
One pixelated promise, not promised.

There’s no way to hold a moment.
What is time if not a measure of the rhythm of our heart?

The pulse we step to is the measure of our life.

Time, too, is relative Al, when juxtaposed to our hearts content.

Literally.

~ Wynn ~