The Past

This is the past...welcome;
I go there to feel the arms of mother.
I've come here because it's fun.
This is where the blues are born.
This is comfort...
There is no change in what has gone.
It is beautiful, isn’t it?
I could stay here forever;
I don’t really want to.
This is where I cry.

The Present

This is the present; hello...goodbye.
You happen to me so fast.
Try as I may to make plans,
only to be caught up in what I'm doing;
never finding the time.
Broken hearts, broken dreams;
see them move on by.
This is where I sing the blues.
This is where wishes are only spoken of, dreamed of, yet I still make them.
I still dream, I still can hurt,
while joy joins in.

The Future

This is the future...how did I get here?
That's all I need to figure out.
This is where my wish was not a wish;
this IS the wish.
The irony, the paradox, is it feels good,
its warm like the arms of a lover
and the energy of our ecstasy.
This is truly being together.
This is creation.
The blues, I now only listen to
in appreciation of duality...
This is where I realize I can only be
This is change;
I wouldn't want it any other way.
Here I respect the past.
This is where whom I'm being
at this moment has its greatest effect.
I'm here for its youth;
where else can you be like a child again?
This IS possibility,
This is where I met her.