Be Where You Are

I sit by a lambent flame, To mull over a thought; My past haunts me, As I look back on what I had fought. As I look back upon my past, I see this and that. Somewhere I lay broken, Somewhere flat. When I see myself upright, In the face of my soul, I turn tremulous To see myself now, lost. I doubt lying flat again, Since I optimize myself; Now to mull over my future Is the object of myself. As I stare through life's winding streets, I see sharp twists and bends. I understand that life's path is sinuous, Where our wound has hardly any mends. As I sit by the lambent flame, Mulling over thoughts, My present looks at me and asks, "Where are your present thoughts?"