We all know

We know that life is only now,

Yet still to future ghosts we bow.

We wander lost in woods of hope,

On "someday’s" steep and sliding slope.

We crave a house of steady stone,

To guard a time we’ll never own.

Why fear the dark of years unseen,

And kill the hour where we have been?

We hoard our breath for tomorrow’s sky,

While today’s gold sun goes drifting by.