Our time confuses us

The way our eyes see things may change
Our bodies they strengthen and weaken
Fear builds and releases
Trauma stakes its place but shapes our new path
We see our friends differently
Or maybe even the people we called
family
We're in a good place at a bad time
Or having a bad time in a good place
These things we cannot or feel we cannot control
control us or sway us the way it was supposed to go 
Theres a lot that changes all at once
or all at once within our whole lives
Our time confuses us
Planning is a waste when we cannot outrun possibility
I think we are just in the midst of constant motion
The generation of repeated thoughts and feelings
A whirl of strained emotions, blind risks and maybes
We say we love the unknown but we have no idea what the unknown is
The unknown which we are slowly passing through as we are
If I reflect anymore I think I could just be doing loops
Because it'll change no matter what, still or not 
I can be a product of change
Or I can be a brick that holds up a step for someone elses possibility
Either way, through time I am apart of change
Therefore it is impossible to live in the moment 
​But here in the moment I revel