W hy must we leave so much in search for our dreams?

Are we a race never to be content with what we have?

A race tempted throughout enternity to find our
identity and destiny?

In my life, I have met a countless number of people
now gone nameless with time; a best friend one moment,
only a memory the next.

How many more people must I meet only to leave and
forget?
I wish just this once time could be coaxed into
standing still.