I know when I’m coming but where am I going?
I know where I’ve been I was there when I went.
I live in the present.
Every second you live is a thing of the past.
You can never go back and relive a minute.
Life only goes forward as long as it lasts.
Memories good and bad fade in the present.
They only remind you of time that you’ve had.
To see into the future would destroy the present.
Longing back to the past wastes the time that you have.
This poem was written/submitted by Diana Fredriksson.