Here we are Perched,
On the Pinnacle of Promise,
Frozen in time
Reflecting on
Our vision of this moment.
The Past,
What has been,
Presses upon us,
Like a huge rolling stone,
Pushing us, with prejudice,
Into a future unknown.
Prodding us to lose
Our vision of this moment.
The future,
A vision of what will be,
Like the haunting call of Sirens,
Passes slowly before us
Beckoning us, with fantasy,
To forget where we are
Luring us to lose
Our vision of this moment.
In both instances, what is lost?
The moment is lost!
For where we are
Is our only opportunity
To Truly Be.
Our opportunity
To be true is lost
When we choose to lose
Our vision in this the moment.