The Present

                  The future,
A beautiful picture of things yet to come,
  The result of all the deeds we have done,
Promptings, feelings and dreams all direct,
    Confused and distracted there is no effect,
Today's perfect palette ignored and abused,
  We look back lamenting the colors we used,
Our future's now muddled potential is lost,
  Impatient pushing comes with a cost.
The moment is beautiful pure and complete,
  But visions of better cause hasty retreat.
Away we escape in desires and fears,
  How long til we see all the misspent years.
'Tis better to relish the moment your in.
  To waste such a gift, unforgivable sin.