We live today
for an unknown future,
while memories
flash clues,
remembering only
what matters.
We live today
for an unknown future,
while memories
flash clues,
remembering only
what matters.
Life through pictures,
a vicarious collage,
where memories
become disjointed cues
of your past
that you cannot recall.
On reflection,
a dissection of days
that made sense –
then –
but this moment
you’re still chasing,
so you capture
through visual feasts of delusion.
Afflicted by the assurance
of tomorrow,
begets the experience,
sterilises potential,
and starves us of possibility.
All that has occurred,
will again and again.
Such a premise – not hope,
but complacency,
and reason to justify the past.
Today will always be
the moment you’ve been waiting for.
Time exists at no other time,
than the present –
oh, how the lazy mind
gets us every time!