Trained in Time

Why to write the words

that are disposable

with paper,

With ink that will fade

And leaves us all desolate

In the shade of time.

Hard to exist separate

from the reality of others.

In my world time

sometimes stands still.

In my world time

sometimes warps

To the next lifetime

When I’m already old and gray.

When the children around me are all grown up

And life is close to end.

In this life,

Trying to stay in the present

in this current gift

is a challenge.

For I wonder what life has to bring my way.

And in anticipation

I live it already,

But only in a theoretic way.

Only in a time that

Is actually the present.

For if we live in the future

Through our present

Then all will be lost.

For we will lose the present

by only living in the future

And the future will not really

Be experienced,

But rather lost in the present

And when the future comes

If we already lived it,

There will be nothing more to live

Because once the future comes

It will be the present

But we will not be trained

To live in it.

Mourning the past in the present

Also taints the present.

The present becomes the past

And our present is lost

We should hold on harder

To the present

And live in it,

Because we will never

Get the present back

Because it is now

Right now

As I write

And you read