Instants

Don’t look at instants from above
Will come a time you will see as I have
They whistle as bullets by the temples
Instants, little instants, little instants

Each moment has a reason for itself
His own bells, his own simple mark
Instants can give some their hope
Bring someone shame, and some eternal glory

The rain waved from tiny little moments
The heavens drizzle as everyday they fife
And you sometimes wait for half your life
When will it come, yours only moment

It comes as great as thirsty gulp
A gulp of water at summer’s heavy heat
But then, its simple – keep one’s given ought 
From early days to all the lasting moments

The instants make up the length of years
The centauries’r created form them too
At times I don’t understand
Where first one is, where is the last one

Don’t look at instants from above
Will come a time you will see as I have
They whistle as bullets by the temples
Instants, little instants, little instants, little instants…