The beauty we contain

Time wrapped up in a small sphere
Unraveling itself until our very existence will disappear.
Spinning turning walking a line
Life never having a meaning we fully can define.
Yet something presses us to find our way
Like trying to catch that one piercing sun ray.
We can make it a dance and float through with unique style and grace
Or stay so busy and rushed we become just another face.
The choice is ours so is the beauty we contain
or the barrier of materialism we can sustain.
The road we endure is from our own guide
We only need to realize the path comes from inside.
Time wrapped up in a small sphere
Unraveling itself until our very existence will disappear.