how is it that the world still stands?

when the sky keeps breaking into clouds
the clouds then shatter into rain
endless oceans vanish in a single crashing wave

how are we supposed to hold ourselves?

when the perfect present moment burns away
cast upon the shore from where we wave for help
leaving memories for ashes
we are trying to construct a self

how do you remain so pure?

when I stain you with my faults
and the taint spreads swallowing you whole
yet when time comes to a halt
the world begins anew from a single dust speck of your soul