The hands of the watch tick on,
The past is over – lost in its track,
The future is yet to be – not to be found,
The present moment is caught in the middle;
We look back we regret,
We look forward we fear,
We look on we wonder;
Do we not realise that the now will next become the past,
And the future will become the present a moment too fast?
Yesterday should be left in the full stops of the sentences written,
Tomorrow should be kept in the space where ink has yet to meet paper,
Today is where the ink flows and the words piece together;
There is chaos amidst the chaos.