Ephemerals

Woke up by a sound that disappeared
Struck by falling petals in the air
Reminder to call you back at five
Reminder that goodbye could be in line

We might be Ephemerals today
Bound by the minute hand’s annual race
I’m scared that we’re fading
Impatiently waiting
To be a ghost that’s defined by today

I know we’re Ephemerals today
Ignore what tomorrow has to say
Invite your confusion
Forget your intentions
Ephemerals wouldn’t say no to change

Ephemerals aren’t defined by today