Dreams unreal tomorrow holds,
No certainties, mere speculation.
Before us now today unfolds,
A brief tomorrow, in duration.
Only seconds, fleeting moments,
For use within our hands
To mould and shape, sweetly foment.
This at our command.
A vital second of each life,
Only one at just this instant.
Wasted, filled with endless strife?
Or rich with great intent?
What is right or wrong we glean.
Where do we want to be?
Have we slept another’s dream,
Their life, their fantasy?
Sustained effort, fortitude,
Decisions made, applied,
In such as this, portentous good,
Life is sanctified.
No mountain climbed for flag to post
Nor golden haloed wreath,
Fulfilment in what matters most,
Holding to belief.
Recognising small but wise,
All seconds clearly count,
They’re striven for, this amplifies
In worth by how they mount
In magnitude, their worth, their glory
Those moments every day
That build, arise like Taj, each story,
Monumental in their way.
A palace so, not vaulted tomb,
Royal beauty to behold.
Yarn chosen, woven upon each loom,
In all seconds, our stories told.