In a world where life is living,
Why is it that so few of us live?
Day by day, time passes by the second,
yet, living in the moment is something to be grasped.
Reality is but a figment of time and space,
Time so slippery and space so vast.
I cannot hold on to time and space cannot be filled,
Life is really in the moment of this present time.
There is no forward or rewind,
Reality is only by the second of the dimension of the now.
What counts is not the sins of yesterday,
or the regrets of tomorrow.
The now is where reality is,
and living here… is the figment of reality.