Some moments aren't forever,
some you wish were.
They aren't perfect,
but they don't need to be.
There wasn’t a photo taken,
there isn't a story to tell,
maybe its not even a strong memory.
They come naturally, like the wind,
ever changing, unpredictable, uncontrollable.
You wish to catch the moment in a bottle,
keep it on life’s evergrowing shelves.
To look at it, to live in it,
but you can't.
The reason why is known yet unknown,
you just can't.
Some moments can't be defined,
can't be contained.
Some moments were,
some moments are just,
nice while it lasted.