This is life, the understatement, sometimes almost real,
all the messy words will do is tell you how you feel.
This is life, the stationary, sometimes unaware,
not enough to touch the surface, you were never really here.
This is life, the fragmentary, sometimes show and tell,
like you're trying to move forward on a slow mo carousel
This is life, the supplemental, sometimes halfway to the moon,
in the limelight it all happened way too soon
This is life, you better own it, sometimes that's enough,
and I think you know by now what the moments are made of