The Lancean Specificity
Too Early to be Too Late
Is the past what turns away to be
The future when it returns for me?
When the past hurts now I wonder how
It does being then instead of when
Remembering by forgetting it
Getting over what there is to get
Clouds of memory dissipating
But then again anticipating
This might already be forever
At now and here on a turning sphere
Somewhere between always and never
And when I do what I will do then
I will remember that until when
Becomes then and when I let it go
Not just to remember but to know
And not just to worry but to wait
For when to remember to forget
Then but not time to remember yet
On a turning sphere at now and here
At still too early to be too late
The future when it returns for me
Is what the present turns out to be
+Steven Curtis Lance
Copyright MMXI
The future when it returns for me?
When the past hurts now I wonder how
It does being then instead of when
Remembering by forgetting it
Getting over what there is to get
Clouds of memory dissipating
But then again anticipating
This might already be forever
At now and here on a turning sphere
Somewhere between always and never
And when I do what I will do then
I will remember that until when
Becomes then and when I let it go
Not just to remember but to know
And not just to worry but to wait
For when to remember to forget
Then but not time to remember yet
On a turning sphere at now and here
At still too early to be too late
The future when it returns for me
Is what the present turns out to be
+Steven Curtis Lance
Copyright MMXI
