| Poem I wrote on the FFT-LAX flight There is the moment, a touch of time to make or break, to cause sublime changes, effects, ripples in space, it always feels good to up your pace - to twirl the spoon a little faster, stop being the slave, become the master. All of your future rests on the now, get off the stage, take your last bow. Circumstances and situations bend but within them - only on you they depend. Resist Hamlet's knowledge, for what's done is done. Pity that in the end, no one has won. The difference indeed is thought vs. action, the latter of which holds our attraction. For reasons unknown, we fear requiem - so seize the day - carpe diem. |