Awareness

The past is where awareness is interred

In every thought, faint whispers are heard

The present throws a lifeline

The lure of happiness makes us pine

The future need not be disturbed

Its time and place is reserved

We need not travel very far

The present sets a low bar

Simply look and become aware

That we are life’s rightful heir

We carry its beauty in our form

Freedom’s lost when we try to conform

In the past, we place much trust

Some memories are like gold dust

Awareness is a jewel of greater worth

In the present, it is easy to unearth