We try to fill our lives with meaning,
only to know we’re simply grasping for air.

Peace within and a happy life,
seconds of joy perishing.

Facing awareness and reflection,
aiming honesty to oneself.

Could there be other answers,
or are past moments my cornerstone?

Relation of us,
the mirror of what is.

The marriage of mystery and practical reality,
the everyday life to us.

Should we ask, ponder and hope?

All is hope, instinct of tomorrow.

-P. Hydén