Truth seems so certain and that’s our perception,
While things all around us beg to differ and challenge,
And still we expect when we see the same things,
That the meaning we find was the same yesterday.

Why is it we see things dynamic and magic,
And try to define them, explain, make them static,
Everything changes even time is not rhythmic,
It travels so fast, so slow, always coupled,
To the feelings we receive at the point when we notice,
That time is a closing and ending a chapter.

We don’t often need to ponder the question of
Why we want to see something solid.

Youth gives us impetus to avoid confrontation,
Of questioning things we think that we know,
But as we get closer to the point where we notice,
That the world’s truth keeps evolving and us along with it,
We ask about solids, knowns, things we’ve accepted.

As soon as we do this we question our past,
And put new values on memories both forgotten and cherished,
And when this is discovered and we see things as fluid,
We can accept and be humble and know,

It’s a game that we play with no score at the end,
Just the way that we play gives the meaning the matter.

Tariq Segal 01/03/1992