Something Primal –Date Unknown

Why do I bother getting up,
Things never seem to go as planned,
Life runs at a break-neck gallop,
Sit back and watch the falling sand.

Sleep is never final,
Death is not the end,
The Present’s something primal,
“Never ask, just demand.”

Life is a bedtime story,
The beggar and the king,
Full of suddenly faded glory,
Made of dross and useless things.

The Present and Future cry out and are surpassed,
By the one thing in life that’s certain: that’s the Past.