We go on patiently while our moments pass us by
With eyes fixed on the future, so much to satisfy
The present that we hold can reward or be a thief
Each person has the power to give it good or give it grief
Past and future try to mug all our moments as they come
Convincing us the good ones won’t arrive or can’t be done
But time was made for love and as its servant must obey
When it all seems wrong, knowing love is our touché.
The Rational Element 