Isaac’s World is Best

the past is the past, it cannot last
without drastic measures as the memory decays
and runs away like snow melting into rivulets
carving up a mountain the storm that was has drifted apart
rendered asunder by the constant blunder
of the wind motioning life onward.

the present is now, losing relevance
with every utterance of “now, now, now”
breaking out of persistent monotony
breaking the freeze frame of history,
dynamic, it searches the moment
grasping onto possibilities trembling
with potential, universes with virility
forces tasked with shaping the medium
from which life is made
each choice a moment when the knife carves away
a place to stay
chopping up the future to craft
the perfect me