Past and future are ghosts
That haunt the present
They taunt and tease
And rattle their chains
The past threatens to revisit you
With all its horrors
And the future hangs over your head
With its foreboding cry
But if you ask either of these phantoms
To show themselves
They cannot, and they vanish
Into the void from which they came.
They are not real,
Yet we give them all
Our attention.
Be done with them
Now and now and now
And give your allegiance
To the present moment.