By that of the past and those who refuse to forget

From age four to forty the record keeps score,

The times unravel and those of us who grow old

Grow musty with avarice or hatred of our development

Praying for changeLonging for better or wishing it was different,

Every minute reminds, of those lost in worse times

Morality says pity, heart says help, but mind over powers all

Thus justifying our inactivity,

Blaming the rain for our reflection of the mirror

Convinced of the pasts culpability

But for a second the sun shines

For a minute someone smiles

For an hour someone talks

For a while some one loves

And soon enough the past fades,

A disgruntled, displaced shadow

And soon enough the lesson is learned:

To live in the past is to live in a nightmare,

To live in the present is an awaiting dream.