I may not find the time,
To have my mind focused...
On tomorrows yet to come.
Or how I spend a today to live.
I do to be done.
With faith.
And not premeditated escapism.
Dreamers contemplate,
When making excuses...
To procrastinate.
I may not think,
Of the next minute at all.
Since each one soon becomes...
Too fast to pass.
Leaving seconds to collect.
And many together can stall.
I've grown to commit,
To what's going on in the NOW!
With cleared consciousness,
Without pretense.
And free from assuming,
My wishes to want one day...
Will be granted and guaranteed.
Whenever they arrive to come.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem