Strange
Goodmorning myself. This may sound a bit strange, But today is not Yesterday Part II, Nor the Prequel Tomorrow. There are no ties that Bind you to the past, Only distorted memories of illusion. You falsely believe All this is More of the same By constant comparison Of what was before. But dear stranger, This moment Is truly new And full of magic That the me-centic self Can not see. In this place Beyond time’s figment Tomorrow never arrives. For to leave the NOW Is impossible. So now my strange-self, Can you see With eyes open The I that builds upon Days gone by and Morrow’s worry Is also a conceptual fallacy? Shocking perhaps But true my friend. For strange as it may seem Those dreams You were having in your sleep Are still delluding you By sun’s light. No worries however There is Nothing to do No changes to make Just planting a seed, A strange one perhaps, That will One day Destroy Your world. Goodmorning indeed! |