EVERY MOMENT COUNTS.

A new second, a new minute,

A new hour. A new day,

A new night. A new week,

A new month, a new year.

A new spring, a new summer,

A new autumn, a new winter.

The novelty of the new is never shown,

We live life as if we wear an old overcoat,

Wearing it through until it's time to go,

Taking for granted time, in excess,

Appreciation's accepted for events not met,

Stimulated by the wait for future gains;

The precious seconds go by in vain,

Because we are asleep in our waking state,

Until something jogs the numbing streams,

That keeps us from realizing the importance

Of need, in every ounce of life we breathe,

We ask the time at those times we see.

And a feeling of wasted moments creeps in,

Before we unknowingly continue to sleep back into living.