Sitting Alone

Sitting alone in seconds of time, watching moments pass by silently, not taking any notice of us at all. That is how life seems to be also, we all live it daily, doing what we have to and doing things for pleasure. In reality, none of it really mattering in the end, even though we don't realize that fact while living it. Like time, it passes us by, leading us from yesterday into the present and then luring us into tomorrow. Not really caring if we participate or not, life cares not we do with our lives or purposes. We are just flotsam, floating on rivers of time, alone and individually. Eventually running into the ocean unheeded by anything that we have done or experienced through the years. Coming at last to our final resting horizons, taken by death beyond what we now know in and about life on earth. Sitting alone in seconds of time, watching moments pass by us silently, not taking any notice of us at all.