Yesterday these verses did not exist,
Tomorrow — they are trash.
Only what conscience felt today,
That is what is called real life.

Plans for the future and regret for the past
Rob the present.
If you have square — don’t grieve for round,
If there is no sack, a handful will feed you.

In the given moment your gratitude decides:
You hold to the rails or have flown down the embankment,
What brakes, and what speeds up,
Grants abundance or brings to tears.