old photographs;

old photographs hidden away in a dusty box
pull apart the aged cardboard
reveal the secrets held inside
it's only logical to question
and delve into what was once the present

smiling faces, joyful occasions, and candid shots
glowing beauty radiating in each shot
precious like rare diamonds
these are what our dreams are made of

capturing the memories in eternal time
forever engraved in little pieces of paper
holding a lifetime of stories to pass on

when we are all gone and passed
this is the legacy that we will leave
and the happiness which were our lives.

life is our gift;

one foot in front of the other
a constant pounding against the asphalt
cool morning breeze that drifts
the break of dawn cutting through the clouds

a burning ache in suffocating lungs
oxygen running low
adrenaline sky rocketing
many more laps to go

there is no stopping
just like with time
it is every present, ever moving
and constantly changing
so many different memories to create

life is our gift
no better way to spend it
pursuing your happiness
like a runner in the early morning hours
they breathe in the fresh start of day.