NOW

I can foresee my time, sometimes—

my life.

It's as simple as we come and go,

ending days and nights.

And it is ceaseless:

thinking of the past,

thinking of the future—

days and nights

of darkness in my going forward,

it seems:

desolate, depressing, dying, penniless,

no one to turn to,

sunk in swarthiness, no one caring.

And the past was more dreadful than the future.

So why worry now?

Who needs yesterdays?

Who needs tomorrow?

Look at the stars

shining tonight.

Those thoughts—

I leave them all now,

and live now.

Now, it's bright

with self-love and self-care,

and with the trust and truth inside

that keep me alright—now.