Here come’s One,
Here come’s Another,
No matter where I Run,
It appears for me to Rediscover.

Obscured through Habit,
Neglected by Thought,
Cruising through life on this Planet,
Like a bulb with zero Watts.

When the sun shone Bright,
And a breeze attempted to Gratify,
The only thing in Sight,
Was the endless work on Standby.

The past transpired Yesterday,
The future persists to be Elusive,
Heedlessly breathing Away,
The Present Moment departed Illusive.