If

 

If I write, every word turns to dust,

If I speak, it scatters in the wind,

And gets lost within time.

 

As I speak, words whisper,

This is a fleeting moment,

Then they disappear.

 

But I!

 

I write constantly and speak continuously.

Consciously, Underlining the words,

-And- within the present moment,

I know, I exist.