How soon today is yesterday
and tomorrow is today.
It seems that nothing's fixed in life
and soon all fades away.
What ails us now and causes pain
will soon be transient too,
and fall back way into the past
as everything must do
We cannot stop the march of time
Nor halt the ride we're on.
There's barely time to look around
before what's ‘now' is gone
In dreams we live a life unchained,
where time can't hold us bound.
truth often can confound
Yet when we sleep the images
we see behind closed eyes,
seem sensible and very real,
we try to memorise
Retelling what we might have dreamt
sounds ludicrous and trite,
but in our minds we understand
and welcome back each night
To leave a present soon to go
and face an unknown day,
seems empty, lost and with no point
when you just want to stay
But you can't stop the treadmill now
life always forges on,
hold tight to dreams reality
too soon they will be gone.
Tuesday, September 8, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: passing,reality,time,dreams