In the present,
There is no yesterday and no tomorrow
It is just that moment
A moment that has no thought
Because it is that quick
But a moment that takes time
Because it is that slow
In the present,
Time passes in an instant
It matters that little
But it must happen before anything else
It matters that much
The present is a breath
It fills my lungs
That predictable
Then leaves my body
That fleeting
The present is full of all its things
It holds weight
Yet, it is empty of all other things
It is light
