Whenever my thoughts will put pictures of mind,
I find that the future will always be blind.
People will try to predict all its tricks,
yet just one prick will change up their predict.
Past will remain since it’s always the same,
unless my emotions do tarnish their name.
So I am always perceiving the now,
because it is all that I will know about.
I will enjoy what this life will present,
for it’s all that I get, this very present.