I walk
along the trails I make
with links of moments
on the sky of time
But
on the surface of time
there are holes
many
At times
disappears in some hole
an event
a moment
the present of that time
a part of my past
a part of my life
Existence of the lost moment
disappears in the hole in time
The lost moment pulls on my heart
on the heart of future
changing the direction of trail
forever
