Only the present is clear.
Parts of the past have faded,
Becoming a blur.
The future flows by shimmering like an ocean wave.
In …then…out;
For its’ momentary existence.
No amount of rushing can bring tomorrow now.
No amount of wishing can change the past we’ve sown.
Each heartbeat holds the passion of a lifetime within.
For there really is no tomorrow;
Only the moment that we’re in.
By Jessica May Moore