Time Creates

Today is the future’s yesterday;
but today flows into tomorrow.
Tomorrow is the cemetary of today,
encapsulating all of its sorrow.

We think the world remains the same;
that nothing much will be changed.
And so we’re unwilling to accept the blame;
when our whole world has been rearranged.

I woke up today, seeking yesterday;
this new life will simply not do.
But how to find it; please show the way;
for how can the past become new?

I set out to fashion a new tomorrow,
comprised of countless todays;
but they only increased my pain and sorrow;
for they became new yesterdays.

For, how can you change what’s already past?
Past history is etched in stone.
And how can we fashion new memories that last;
not leaving us lost and alone?

All life is projection of consciousness wrought;
as thought becomes matter, below;
all cast down from the garden of thought;
to become what we used to know.

We all become as devined;
for thought is the blueprint for being;
consciousness is reality, defined;
and matter is reality, seeing.

In time, we reach this conclusion;
though confusion always persists.
For time is the greatest illusion;
It doesn’t really exist.