What is the future but the present carried on,

A world of our dreams and hope,

Dispairs and feared mistrust?

What is the present but a moment come and gone,

A gift ever changing as our eyes look ever on?

So what is now and what is later?

What is pain but a truth endeavored?

What is happiness but beauty, fleeting?

What is love but a collection of chanced meetings?

Ah how subtle logic defies the emotions within,

Taking the light and fitting the truth with a spin!

Yet what matters or doesn't my heart it cares not,

For the present though changing exists as emotions and thoughts;

And the future, though demanding, is a dream that moves us on.