Tomorrow Is Too Late

Tomorrow will be too late to pen the imminent Hold onto the moment and sketch the future Backdrops must be moved for change Leads and understudies pass by or fade Wrest the quill from the bottle, seize your moment… Inscribe your spirits voice on the parchment Paint the portrait of classicism and of the didactic Purify your finiteness in the cooling tarns of risk Capture and grasp the blinding flash of excitement Forever on times passage do all dreams disperse… Discover within you the voice of each tomorrow Rend its youthful divinity upon your scattered pages Develop the undying fervor to discover all that is new Explore all that you fear dwelling silent within your scope Compose on high the muse your heart cries out for… Never recognize the qualms to enact your fantasies For the future will become more vivid in the lens of truth Tomorrow will be too late to pen the imminent In each moment expired it draws ever closer to you Enveloping even dreams before you can realize and react...