TICK TOCK. ANOTHER CLICK O' THE CLOCK
One moment past, another to come...
We all know this math, wherever we're from.
An infinite life, and in a moment we're done.
A continual strife to make the best of each one.
Expectation or regret leads only to wrath.
Determinations of now are the only we hath.
This fish knows instants are what make a unique path,
and wished to offer dishes of, "wake up and do the math."
A point in the future is not really here.
The last one has past and will not re-appear.
Some attention is set on which direction we steer,
but it's this dimension that's my intention every minute if the year.