Every fiber of my being quivers in suspense.
Random thoughts of perfection cloud my judgement.
Is it all too good to be true?
Retaining any sense of rationality would demand the presence of a goddess.
Or perhaps I’ve already found the answer.
Vigilant song of ages.
Embrace my offering of love and find calm solace in my words.
To live for the future and not for the present is excellent blasphemy,
For the past brings tidings of pain,
While the future holds the painful unknown.
The present, however, holds our genuine interest.
It is all we have.
The present,
Our present,
We must embrace.
