one moment and the world is lost

one moment and the world is lost, the way back vanishes without sound or fury, just a wisp of memory and a brief wonderment of the times spent building that bridge to never and finding the treasure of life lost is less than the pain of being lost. purpose has no meaning it brings the truth without asking and lets the rest cry foul and unfair. what we cannot hold is thrust upon us and what we need to have is taken if we refuse to let it go. the least sought is the only prize, the end of the suffering that life brings with its unending sackfull of desires spent and burdened within the spell of the illusions and disappointments of loves lost and hopes dashed, missed opportunities and shrunken paychecks. what price vanity and envy's anger, is there anything in santa's bag that brings love unending and emptiness filled with infinite bliss? the checkered flag sits where none can reach it, the life too little to round the final lap where the engines silence and the abyss of elapsed time disappears. what little faith we carry as the endless finish awaits, the last second where we know the moments count and the race matters not where who you were is less than how you cared for others. what leaves is the emptiness we created and what remains is the love we shared. and the ring of being encircles every instant that is ours, we exist to become one thing, the one being, the true self that has no other but exists apart from the self we think we are. in that separation we become the whole life of existence, seeking its beginning as it races to its end.