Muster along, ritual by ritual Trained by a life so mundane Ever so blind to the 'now' Never remaining the moment An instantly bygone 'then' instead Lost before it is gained
Where is hope then to survive? If the now isn't ever really now The future a constant mirage Always a well of hope Yet never a part of today Todays stay but only a day Quickly becoming yesterday
Who are we then But snapshots of moments Passing by today Moulded by the way
We imagined the future yesterday So who are we then But a dream with eyes wide open Wishing, hoping, asleep but awake
If each moment doesn't change But changes us instead Mustn't we embrace the joys So that they remain Ingrained in today Soon tomorrow's yesterday
Reappearing as hopes and dreams Of a future that never arrives In a present that never stays