The present is a present
it’s a gift
It’s the only moment that can
cause real shift
Learning happens now
Not before, not after
Without us knowing how
Realization comes in sparks and waves
We can’t make inspiration behave
To our views we are a slave
Events and moments rally to save,
to support, to dig up are buried graves
A coffin of old dreams
Comes back to haunt, it seems
but dare to chase those urges
and live a life that gleams