Carpe diem II

the present becomes past

with every breath

you take;

you blink

and

a moment

is gone

whisked away

into the swirling

mists of before,

never to

be lived again

except in memory;

live there,

linger there

to dwell

on joy

or sorrow,

and the present -

the here

the now -

will pass you by,

as your focus

remains on

then;

the present lives

with every breath

you take;

the past ends

when you live

in the now

and not

in the “remember when”

or the

“I can’t wait until…”

the present lives

with every breath

you take,

and dies

with your last.