The present.
Foreword for the future
For all the pages going forward
The present, is the foreword
While the sky is quiet and still
There is time, to completely fulfill
Desires, lesser and greater
Time can’t be deemed a traitor
We are casting to the winds
One of our most precious things
Thoughts erupt, from them arise
Our original voice, in disguise
We choose not to care or hear
The message is loud and clear
Listen to the voice of the present
Bend the will, till it decides to relent
Bringing the mind back in line
Nothing to fear, everything is fine
The present cannot change
Thoughts on it, we can rearrange
There is beauty, it cleverly hides
It is present on all sides
Without the past or the future
We’re helpless, as they nurture
What it means to be alive
In the mind, they help us survive
Life is well in the present
It is our aim, that’s errant
We try to look too far ahead
Words of the future can’t be read
