There Is That Thing Poem by Phil J Hambling

There is that thing
That you don't know what the next moment brings
The curtain falls and opens like your eyes in the clouded morning
To the perception of the moments that existence brings into consciousness.
No less no more but the thoughts and dreams of the someone that you are
The prism of you
Or the thing that you call yourself in the midst of the storm of all this thing that you call your life
The seconds only pass when you notice them slip by
The days and the nights balance out in the great scheme of things
And the music plays
With or without you
The music plays
You know the song will end
Enjoy it as you do
Yet it will play on
In the minds of others
And on
Into eternity