Nostalgia

The times, they come to be gone.
I seek the significance of the times,
I gather the insignificance of the moments.
I seek the inspiration to attempt describing it,
I behold the abstruse in all its beauty.
I am here today, here to be gone,
The worth of this moment, beyond comprehension,
Filled with nostalgia for all those passed,
Filled with hope for the ones to come,
Filled with pride for existing in the now.