Waiting for the Now...

Now? And then its gone...

I stand in movement till I fall,
that's just how it goes...

Time, being as it is...
Moves, and moves again.
(Stopping it is not an option.)

The reality of this is that I have the now.
To make do with as I see fit.

My past is dead.
My future yet undefined.
By dwelling in the past I play with bones...
By dreaming of the future I dance off the cliff in front of me...

The sun is setting, should I see the moon?

By focusing on the now I become one with what is here.
By being here I can see the sun.
And as the sun finally sets, at last I see the moon.
And she is real...