Now

You have a memory to show you who you owe,
Imagination builds the road to follow,
Senses gist you what you think you know,
Drizzles of persuasion soak you to the bone,
But instinct is not yet overthrown.

‘Now’ is just a nearby port,
A lucky harbour where your time is caught,
But like a slackened vessel, soon unmoored,
Then cast and lost to drifting thoughts,
A murky fog from then it haunts.

Beyond the haze, now there to distract,
There’s still exists a muddle of paths,
Trampled down on your behalf.
Now, find the door past the wounded grass,
Be sure to go through as you pass.

Once inside, you’ll catch yourself again,
Respite from your loss of faith in everything
You won’t taste the flavours until you bite your lip,
No special favours unless you share your gifts,
Now is always at your fingertips.