Limbo ©©

Seconds to minutes
Minutes blossom into hours
Then hours become days
The days melt into years
Years mark a passage through life

Life is but a second in a generation
As each generation becomes a branch
A branch reaching up from a limb
The limb that hold the branch to the trunk
The trunk that is the body of the beginning

In the beginning there is nothing
Nothing to be remembered
Nothing to be forgotten
Nothing to be said
Nothing to be heard

Blind to the future
Lost to the past
Forgotten in tomorrow
Never existed yesterday
Always remembered for nothing

Limbo is a place
It exists nowhere
But is everywhere
It’s where birth lives with death in peace
We all know this place and it's name

Yet we always forget

Walker