Flux

We are not permanent fixtures
Never have been, never will be
Just whispers floating on a breeze
To greet the ear for the briefest moment
And carry on
Insubstantial
Inconsequential
They say that nothing stays the same
Except change
And if this is true
We cannot ever be constants
But will forever remain variables
Never sustaining
Never maintaining
Never bystanders
Always passersby
Whispers in the wind.