No sooner I think of tomorrow
than it's the day that's had its run
Then I try to catch the moment
but the moment has slipped and gone
Today will soon be tomorrow
and tomorrow will be over and done
Time's only a borrowed delusion
of something I thought I owned
They say you can't take it with you
so what's the use of holding on
for something you think'll be coming
but by then it's come and gone
Today keeps showing the promise
like a rose to be adored
but it's only a trick past the moment
for in a flash it's withered and gone
So all I got is this moment
There's no past, no future to hold
for it's only in each moment
you're given the chance to know
So reach out to hug each moment
let them guide you through the storm
Time's only a borrowed delusion
of something I thought I owned
No sooner I think of tomorrow
than it's the day that's had its run
Then I try to catch the moment
but the moment has slipped and gone
Today will soon be tomorrow
and tomorrow will be over and done
Time's only a borrowed delusion
of something I thought I owned.
Ron
That is a deep thought. Owning time? I never thought of it that way.
I always thought of it as something to be spent, but in order to spend it, I guess you must own it. Neat.
Great to see you are still writing.