life is a moment that passes,
it can break you, beat you
burn you, and fear you.
going through life
with longing urge
to break through it
like a pane of glass
in nights the scene
sometimes its blue
often its mean
through darkness never ending
and visions never seized
in the blackest depths
a frozen ember gleamed
and with its beams of scarelet
it passed beyond the darkness
like a tiny red star
in a distant blackhole
it shined
never faded
it moved on
time it really bears no meaning
a distance more so
swirling, and wurling
through mirrors in days
and portals by night
there is a churning
burning destiny
what is...
a wave function?