The past is a frozen lake
The future, a distant dream
For which everything is at stake -
Or at least, that's what it seems.

In yesterday lie our regrets
Tombs named after the things we failed to do
Can you see how we are so full of ourselves
Thinking we have a purpose to attend to?

Do not worry about tomorrow, either
For all we have is today
Filled with worries and sorrows
You do not need memories to get in the way.