It's a World of Threes
Past, Present, Future.
They are all Now.
In the disappointing Present,
I desire the unfulfilled Dream of Future,
Yet i am Plagued by memories and comparisons of bittersweet Past.
With the wisdom of Experience
Borne of the poor judgment Past
I Now design new, exciting, self-pleasing dreams of Future,
While Over looking Now's current irritants, absurdities & restraints,
With Avoidant resolve not to repeat Past,
With hoped for, yet cloudy illumination, i pretend the focus of Zen,
Now I endeavor to design Future,
To correctly relive, relearn my self-delusions of Past.
May my Now designed Future Past,
Result in better memories & the fulfillment of easy contentment
All Too be looked back at fondly
In that endlessly, forever moving target:
Past recollections of my soon to be Future Now.
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