The past did not exist.
The future never will.
The mind is papyrus.
And ego the quill.
Together they arrange,
Sensory stimuli,
Around a live screenplay,
Your ego formulized.
Distracted and perplexed,
By all we can't control,
We fail to recognize,
The only truth we know.
Fore and aft cannot guide
Your heart into sublime
Here is the only place,
Now is the only time.
