Time Encased, Too by Tommia Wright

Yesterday is more than a song

Yesterday Road is more than a journey

Yesterday, like tomorrow, arrives in a hurry.

Is it the making of the memories we hold?

Is it the accomplishments we see?

Is it the regrets of what will never be?

What’s lost in our gains in looking back?

What’s gained in our losses in looking ahead?

What’s wrong with remaining in the present instead?

Past the sunrise of the previous morn.

Past the midday’s highest moment of a day gone slow.

Past the evening’s call of the moonlight’s glow.

The Present is a present indeed.