When,
The present moves on, and the future becomes your new every day
Will you stay with this “everyday”?
Or, will you move on with the “present” passing away
From today to yesterday and the day before that, or will you say Goodbye?
Will you lock days of the bygone in the forgone part of your passing by,
Where it will no longer be your present. But be present, alway.

Will you pursue what you started, and move on from what started you?
Will you search and find, and loose what found you?
Or, will you ignore the coming, for what has already passed by
Will you stay loyal to the gone, ignoring the urge to rise as you lie?
And will you deny
Your Self, the right to say, goodbye?