The illsuion of the moment
Is thinking that we were ever were fully in control
That somehow our decisions alone
Have led us to the place in life that we find ourselves.
And so we try to foresee how our current situation
Projects to the days ahead.
But the recurring lessons of life are that all we have
There were days before we got here
And there will be days after we have gone
And the procession of time will continue
Steadily going on
Neither for you, nor against
The days go on with an agenda of their own.
Twenty-eight thousand days is about seventy-six years.
There is no way of knowing if we’ll get there
Or go beyond…