Heeding the call for newness in
time,
One can think of the past.
Knowing the future is there to come,
Yet expecting the present to last.
The present is the past when the
future comes,
How time confuses it all!
The past is the present when the
future's to come,
Just like a a revolving ball.
But what is the reason for all this
chatter?
What is the thing that is a matter?
It's really this, for this is how,
We come to know the Future is Now.
The point again is the past is gone,
Never to be retrieved.
The present is always taking its
bow,
And thus we're left with the Future
as Now.
The past is shaped, the present is
gone,
Put on the shelf to be in view.
So if the future is what we have,
Let's start to live it, with me and
you.
One last point would seem in tune,
Without understanding it would end
too soon.
The point that I've been trying to
make,
Is live your life for its own sake.
