Moment, Time, Place,

I live a life hard to explain to the naked eye,
it's a moment and it's a time,
it's a place sacred in the moment and time,
it's my life but not my life its the moments life,
within this place restrictions serve no purpose,
we are free to be who we want to be,
but bound to our secrets are we,
the idea of time and reasoning are desolate in our time of momentary bliss

Walking this path  knowing where my feet will take me,
my mind walks next to me and reasoning next to my mind,
on route to my destination I ponder what may be,
should I show restraint or let lose the beast within me,

You cannot justify the passion of the moment,
nor give reason to the uncontrolled time,
we may be free in this sacred place,
but father time moves at his own pace,

This life I live is it real or is it a lie,
have we gone so far,
that we allow the moment and time to dictate our life,
I know one day it will all end but at what cost,
do we push all boundaries or stop before its too late,
do we dare mark our most sacred embrace in this sacred place,
and when it ends everything we held shall die in that place,
and the memory will be our only saving grace.