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.