Time, Oh Time, Marches To It’s Own Beat

Yesterday was tomorrow and today is now the past.
No future lie on soft dreams ever last.
So kiss this night and embrace today
For time and the future shall live its own way.

Some say we control our own destiny, our own future.
Yet I say all tomorrows are already consumed in the past
Born of our blatant mistakes.

Thus now dance in the light of tomorrow
And sleep in the dreams of yesterday.
For nothing is real except what we allow to be our future pain.

So dance now to the beat of an unheard drum.
Come quickly, oh, oh quickly for the hour of your darkness has now come.

J. Allen Wilson © 6/25/2014