August 22, 1995 (concluded)

no one lives in time
yet many believe they do
they drag it with them

clinging to the past
they are blind to constant change
live in yesterday

good old days long gone
still they yearn for how it was
how they remember

the past, true or not,
nostalgia, like a thick fog,
distorts what is now

or they revive it
try to make things as they were
might think they succeed

they delude themselves
for what was can be no more
except in their minds

they troll the future
use it to avoid what is
indulge what is not

chant the litany
of if-ism-when-ism
carrots on a stick

both these two choices
in linear time rooted
mirages are they

to choose either one
is to choose to never live
to hide from what is

a third way exists...
to trade time for the moment
when and where life is

dot of no matter
exactly in life’s center
pinpoint of being