This thing about this thing
Called life and living
How strange its ways
Do we know the count
Of the left over days?
Blurred in the daily grind
Obscured in the mind rewind
Living a day back or a year ahead
In this trope of a silly head!
This thing about this thing
Called being in the moment
What simple instruct
Lost in the brain construct.
The next stop, the last - who knows?
Perhaps curtain down on the Shows
Of Illusions, delusions
Of elaborate plans ahead of present.
This thing about this thing
Called in between two points
One life, one death
Several plots and joints
What plain little truth
Wrapped in a silly little scam
That our time is unlimited
Waiting to live sometime else
This thing won't wait!
So
Don't let it slip in the mind maze.
Be. Just Be!
