The cascade of life flowing like a twisting serpent

The cascade of life flowing like a twisting serpent, moving today and always seeing nothing but remnants of yesterday graced with held tears. Now I call and at the same do tell how this fantasy if reality, as seemingly true as it is basks in illusions from years past. As it would be caught in this still picture frame, so is it in the frames of time. Tonight I pray call with your soul’s words and tell as to why we hold memories in this stagnate contradiction of a detail; being that something and everything always changes in some way or “way-word”. Is the glass full or half empty? I say in the middle but that is nothing more then words… and a way. Being that everything known came from an opinion and opinions do change. I shall say the leaves of a tree are no longer green but blue… and blue is now green and let us delude ourselves with the thoughts that you and the like and maybe even those that are such like… or lack of any like all agree that blue is green and the sky is now green. Not possible you say… hmm… let me think on this. Though I have no thoughts on this here is my trivial idea when was blue called blue? I wasn’t there I had as neither did you have a say in this now… saying. Maybe saying is too much… be it the thought of a definition. Nay shall we say this all goes back to that one still frame back in time, a lost memory for the recorded grandest of my former sires are dust and new earth. Now let us see what we have called up I shall surmise that life is nothing more then… a thought and now the circle is closed so go child and play in the fields, bask in the moonlight for when you think of them time shall continue and all that you remembered has changed. Now I shall go stare at the green sky sitting under a blue leaved tree.