Yesterday is uncertain,
distorted by memory and the
unreliability of eyewitness reports.
Tomorrow is unpredictable,
a glittery bauble dangling
like a carrot on a string.
Today is all we are assured,
so pay attention and
make it count for something.
Is it today yet?
…Time… (by ĐāżŦ {mostly absent}) on Flickr – (CC BY-NC-ND 2.0)
Today’s rant was a piece of philosophical nonsense that had snuck its way into a story I was writing. I was about to erase it into the ether of the delete key when I decided that it sounded slightly poetic. Rather than delete I should post it as a sappy poem here instead. But the question remains.
Is it today yet?
intrinsickness 