Just a Glance at a Moment in Time

Crowded into the corner, eyes searching for release, the loving heart and the electric eyes, powering, looking for their place, the muzak and its emptiness, and the vibrant force, and the living spirit, and life without touch, and looking to the sky for answers, and where is the sky anyway? and why should it provide answers? On earth this evening, descendants of the people of the ages of time, their colourful smiles and the vigilant love, and the walking of progression, and love making, life is bright and is searching in multiple directions, and the guy in his knowing, is lost to its truth, his world of black and white reality doesn't exist. I read about him in a newspaper article and he wasn't the person that he pretended to be, still, the target is in sight, and sometimes it likes to be evasive, it prefers to conceal itself, and when it conceals itself it can only make itself more visable than before, questions, are the beginning of the shattering of illusion, pictures tend to want to express some kind of definition, they look for some kind of solution, but alas a picture is a single moment, it can't provide any lasting answers, it is just a glance at a moment in time, and the mind is electric and it explodes, and it rapes conveniency, and eyes are on the moment, and the moment lies still, and it accepts.