Ideas of beauty and vision of self to come,
Time the chisel that shapes the memory,
Like water raging callously against the river bank.

Looking at a picture of George Washington in a history book and seeing faceless distortion,
Looking up at billboards and watching the the corrupt facsimile of mocking frown where a smile should be,
Listening to songs of those you’ve outlived telling you they’ll live forever,
Looking into the still image in the mirror in search of clairvoyance,
Discovering the ugly, cruel, formless, homunculus reaches for my face as i recoil aghast,
Feeding tomorrow’s insecurities,
I’m older now than you’ll ever be,
The everlasting present,

One day you’ll just wake up,
Without reason, without effort, without conscious, without yourself.
Nature’s hand turns the page,
She comforts you as you take your first breath,
To take care of you now is to take care of her in the future,
The everlasting present,

Despite having nothing to my name but my name,
All I can do is say thank you to today for promising me tomorrow.