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.