Now

Don't dream of hours gone by Of seconds came and spent Don't wish on distant stars Of worlds come and went (Oh, what do I see?) Tripping through the moments (And to my shame) I've longed for years and months and days (And days…) Don't wait for cloudless skies When the sun breaks in between Don't hope on fruitless things What's in our hands, on what is seen (Oh, what do I see?) Tripping through the moments (And to my shame) I've longed for years and months and days (And days…) Don't swim in drowning grief Anticipating the despair Don't choke the seeds of joy Give them life and give them air (Oh, what do I see?) Tripping through the moments (And to my shame) I've longed for years and months and days (And days…) Since I held the hands (That bore my shame) I count the years and months and days (And days…)