Sculpted For A Second
The waves against the shore moves the sand,
A unique mold held like no other,
Yet only sculpted for a second then recycled,
In and out,
Every breath has a different chemical sequence,
Oxygen is never alone,
Yet every breath is no more significant than its use,
In and out,
We come into the world the same as we leave,
A mix of solid and liquid,
Yet we give our mold a name and category,
The mix lives in the shadow of the mold,
Not a secret just an illusion,
Never moving in and out.