Freeing It

Freeing It

For but a flicker and the moment’s passed,
Don’t blink, it’s moving fast,
Unfair enough, that most will see
Those moments we call history
From the wry smiling vantage of hindsight.
The fall back for the failure of foresight.

Right now is the time to see clearly,
And not miss the moments for nearly,

For who sees each moment will seize each day,
Not dawdling as it fades away,
Avoiding life as a past memory
Disabling the bonds of history,
Not merely making it, but living it and being it
In step with time, enjoying it and freeing it.