Presents of the Past


How the past ebbs to meet us, how the past watches us go

How the present disappears beneath us, how the future glows, unknown

The past returns to teach us what we were unable to see

The present shimmers with potential, the future beckons to the free

We give away the present, in mulling over the past

And worrying about our future ensures our lives and eyes remain downcast

All things are possible in this moment, in its glory

We get to choose, we get to write the story.



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