While you are awakeStay awake and don’t drift into dreams
Don’t sway here and there
but let your thoughts flow and go.
The past is nothing but a dream
Written on an uneven slate of sand
To be washed away by the moving tides
Forgotten or layered in piles.
The future is yet to become
A mold out of the clay
but it is never certain
of what the mold will become.
Focus on the wonderful now
and watch time go in slow motion
there's bigger purpose to life than this
let it unfold in the present.
from my anthology collection
picture: from my deviant collection