It�s Friday night, and school is done
Now I wonder what there is for fun
Dump my stuff; fall on my bed
And gaze long at the roof above my head
Here�in my safe-haven from the world
Are my dearest dreams softly unfurled:
I think of today and yesterday�tomorrow, too
Things that seem important to so few
And the problems of my life become so small
When I, upon my gift of reason, call:
A test I took�I know the answers now
And wish I had not took part in that row.
The Past, behind, mocks me with false pain
Hoping I�ll give way to regrets again
But, here, I lie and know what I�m about
Yet, Past works hard to give me up to Doubt
Well, I, at least right now, exceed their reach
And although Past tries hard to teach
I try harder to forget, and once forgot
I can no longer, in Memory, be caught.
The Present, I relish as in my dreams
And all is no more as it seems
The Present, being so short a time
That I have barely thought of one more rhyme
Before the last line is a fading ghost�
A something Past would surely boast
To claim as his own, and steal from me
That Present which issues from Eternity.
It is like water passing through a sieve�
The Present, which Father Time does me give
And I wonder how quickly even now those waters flow
As I lie here and try, myself, to know
I look out towards that vast unknown before�
An endless void lies just beyond my door
The ominous Future, who hides himself from me
Not to know before, what is to be.
Oh! Future plays such games upon mankind
Yet, sets clues upon our paths, for us to find
Be wary, then, of Life, I must conclude
For Time�s tricks are not so easy to elude
In making mockery of mortals, he is well-versed
And making fools of wise men, well-rehearsed.
Thus, Father Time, I do not pray to thee
To relieve this poor young soul�to set it free
But, in my self-reflection, I can see
GOD�s good hands, as they are guiding me.