Tonight is the night, the only night there is.
Presence and present(ness) are very similar ideals
Lost in nostalgia, past dwellers, depressed and
Floundering in this ocean of life. Future
Offers hope at the start, though, turns to anxiety’s
Mistress if linger for too long. The here and now
Deserves your everything. A mind to the immediate
Future is all that needs be spared. Focus, intensity,
Passion… these are the flavors of the present,
The drug sought by most. Reaching for drama’s end,
The synthetic ‘life”, a faux passion, a farce. Whores
For attention, drama kings and queens, lost
In an addiction’s wake. Strife, the drug of choice.
A better way, the better way takes but a turn
Of thought, away from self, away from ego want
And hate. Love is the answer, love with no conditions,
No time line or petitions. Love, love, love, love, love.
Love had by all.