Life is like trying to catch this ocean breeze
between my fingers,
hold onto it after it has drifted away
No matter how hard we try, and
sometimes we try
so hard,
we cannot bottle the moment any more than
we can bottle the breeze
Breathe it in while it is here,
try if you can to catch some of the essence
of its magic,
not bottled, but a memory you can
turn
in the direction of
when your surroundings feel unfamiliar,
off-kilter,
so different from what they once were
Yes, life is like chasing after the breeze,
saying come back, saying stay
