The present becomes surreal when it isn't what my past had inteded.

Or at least as I thought it back then, as I jot with this pen.

I pass each moment granted each moment is a present.

It has become presently evident.

Each breath is a gift and every second, a luxury.

Life seems so gloom yet, death is fun to me.

Maybe I'm confused. That is certainly my alibi.

I've spent most my years asking how when I wonder why?

Why wonder why; why ask how?

When everything you need to know is right now.

Tomorrow is never and yesterday is a thought.

Today is topic that I'd rather not.

Rather not ponder just in case I find now.

I'll forget this next moment then furrow
my brow.