What a weighty beast this animal regret,
Overshadowing the contemporary with antiquity,
For what purpose but to depress.
This concept of past, present, future inequity.
Each fleeting second paints our past,
Never ending, unavoidable, unchangeable
Causing distress and unhappiness if permitted.
Future bears no less weight,
Harboring angst in it’s face…unknown.
To what end, fear, hesitance, isolation.
No one can foretell what challenges lay ahead,
Destiny is what it will be,
Beyond mortal knowledge and control.
Remaining is present, here and now.
Over this deviant only, do we have influence,
Choice…free will, holds dominant sway.
Present is ours to sculpt into a masterpiece;
Then, in an unfathomable moment it fades into past
Never to be relived, redone, reconsidered.
Energies expended on present are well spent,
Are obtainable, conceivable, justifiable.
Past and future serve only to bleed us;
Sapping mind, body and spirit.
Let present feed the future
And bury the past.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~