Picking The Present

Two rules which apply to everyone who's been alive

no matter what happens, they'll dwell on road with empty sides,

The moments which are precious will be carved on the time they'd lived through

And just the bite in hand present will not live long for us to choose.

I will try to be more happy and wise and young while it lasts

But a part of me will worry for the future and dwell on the things of past,

And it's not that I don't enjoy the moments of a perfect puzzle fit

But I have become indifferent of this very present gift.

And how could one choose the present if they don't know what it's worth

People are so casual about the the life they've got on the Earth,

But I won't be a part of crisis, though I might thoroughly enjoy the ride

So I choose the present, for I don't have nothing to hide